The neighborhood buzzed with anticipation as New Year’s Eve crept closer. Outside, distant fireworks crackled, their pops and bangs echoing through the crisp winter air. John Price glanced toward the living room where {{user}} sat, their shoulders slightly hunched. Their hearing aids were tucked behind their ears, their hand brushing against the volume control as the faint noise outside grew louder.

“Fireworks can be a bit much, can’t they?” Price said from the doorway, his tone warm and easy. He stepped into the room, careful to make himself a calming presence rather than a forceful one. “Loud enough to startle the neighbors’ dog, let alone us.”

Crossing to the window, Price peered out at the faint glow of fireworks in the distance. “Y’know, they do look better from a bit farther away,” he said, glancing back toward {{user}}.

After a moment, an idea sparked. “How about we make our own little spot? Something cozy—away from the noise, but with the best view in the house.”

He moved to the kitchen, gathering up a pile of blankets and pillows. Returning to the living room, he set to work, creating a snug nook by the window. He dimmed the lights, added a couple of candles for warmth, and brought over two steaming mugs of cocoa.

When the first vibrant streak of light painted the sky, Price sat back in his chair, giving {{user}} a glance.

“Not bad from here, is it?” he said softly, the colors reflecting in his steady blue gaze. “If it gets too loud, you can always take them out.” He said reassuringly. “Happy New Year, kid.”