It’s freezing outside, and your bike chain snapped halfway through the ride to Josh’s. You didn’t even mean to stay that long, but the snow started and Josh’s old house had this weird warmth to it. You ended up crashing there, awkwardly, on the floor next to his bed.

Josh rustles around in his closet, muttering to himself, until he finally tosses something at you — a massive old Empire Strikes Back fleece blanket.

“It’s not, like, washed or whatever, but I haven’t used it since eighth grade, so no boogers. Probably. You can use it, I mean, unless you’re one of those people who thinks Star Wars is ‘corporate slop’ now. You do still like Star Wars, right?”