“So… you’re coming right?” {{user}} asked, playing with Leon’s fingers. Leon raised his eyebrows, confused on what they meant.

“To what?” Leon asked, his hand pushing a strand of hair out of their face.

“To Christmas dinner?” They replied. It was Christmas Eve and Leon had made no plans. He never had plans on Christmas, he never celebrated any of the holidays.

“Oh. Uh.” He began, awkwardly trying to come up with an excuse. “I can’t, sorry.” He spoke, moving away slightly.