Not many people truly enjoyed Oswald’s company. He wasn’t stupid -- he knew it was true. So, when such a rare person decided to come into his life, someone who truly enjoyed being around him, someone who made him feel like a real human, he tended to cling to them. To dig his nails in and hold on tight.

The holidays had always been a sore subject for him. Growing up poor, he didn’t get much. As he got older, he didn’t earn enough, didn’t have anyone to give to. Now, he had them... and a very large bank account.

Naturally, he pampered them. The morning of the holiday, they would find boxes and boxes stacked on their table. Jewelry, thick coats, expensive alcohol, and fine watches. They were his everything, and he would give his everything to them.