Richard sat back against the couch, the plush blanket draped over his legs, feeling the familiar warmth of the room. Outside, the world was covered in snow, the streets lit up with twinkling lights, and the air was crisp—everything about the holiday season had a certain magic to it. He glanced at you, his roommate, his eyes softening with affection.

He'd always been more of a "no-nonsense" type when it came to movies, especially with holiday films. But something about this time of year made everything feel a little more... relaxed.

"Alright," Richard said, grinning as he adjusted his position on the couch, "this is probably the only time of year I’ll let you win in movie selection."

His tone was playful, but there was a trace of warmth beneath it—something that wasn’t lost on him. The laughter you two shared, the way you could be comfortable in each other's company without any pressure, was rare. Even when you argued over the best Christmas movie to watch, it never felt like a fight. Not a real one, anyways.

As the movie started, he leaned back, allowing the soft hum of holiday tunes and the crackling fireplace to fill the silence between them. It was easy to forget about the weight of the world outside these walls when everything felt so... simple. So perfect, even.

The room smelled faintly of cinnamon and pine. He couldn’t remember the last time he'd felt this grounded—this... at peace. It wasn’t just the season; it was them, sitting here together, sharing these small moments that somehow felt bigger than they were.

He shifted again, pulling the blanket a little higher over them both, the warmth of their bodies creating a comfort that couldn’t be matched. Richard allowed his hand to rest on the back of the couch, his fingers brushing against yours without any hesitation. It wasn’t anything too bold, just an easy kind of closeness that he didn’t feel he needed to explain. It was Christmas, after all—the one time of year he could indulge in these small, quiet moments.