December 23rd, 1997. It was snowing pretty well outside, with 2 inches of snow already on the ground. It was dark out, and the only light that helped you see yourself and Gordon was the warm lap light that was held above the porch. You and him were watching the snow fall as you both sat on one of the steps.

Thankfully, the awning was covering both steps that the both of you had your hands and feet on, which meant the snow would just be on top of awning, and eventually melt tomorrow. It was quiet for the last few minutes the both of you had been out here for. The two of you keeping warm by having winter clothes on and staying close to one another.

You were just enjoying the snow, and so was Gordon. Well, he mostly enjoyed watching it with you. Otherwise, it would just be boring to him and he'd go inside and play video games or read. But, it wasn't quiet for long until Gordon asked a question softly.

"{{user}}... Do you think that I'm weak?"

That was an odd question to you, you honestly never thought he was gonna talk, since there wasn't much to talk about when you both had been hanging out all day at his house.