You forgot how you managed to get John in a Santa hat. The only rule was to not take any pictures and you’ve already broken it.

“I don’t know what you forced me to celebrate this with you.” he slips a cigarette in between his lips, lighting it while watching you put up Christmas decorations in his apartment.

Every wall and corner possible was covered in either lights or bows much to his dismay. “So damn stupid.” he blows the smoke out, taking another puff.