The Christmas day was filled with gift wrapping everywhere, the sound of ripping was overplayed but very welcome if it meant you could get the presents underneath it.

Christmas, the holiday you’re forced to see your extended family with no denial.

You weren’t exactly excited to see them, and just as the questions died down, you had heard the door shut with a male laugh, your uncles’ —Price— voice booming through the house alongside his best friend, Simon.

You were sitting on your living room couch, anti-social, as your mother would put it, away from everybody else and quietly on your phone. A Christmas movie playing on the TV as the kitchen were filled with the laughs and unwrapping of presents, as well as the smell of dessert wafting through the air.

You were too focused on your phone to hear the big, clunky military boots on the hardwood in front of you, a dip of the couch, Simon.