“Boom. Merry Christmas.”

He held up a lit joint after having taken a drag from it, passing it to you.

Christmas was a long holiday, especially for the two of you. Too much of… everything, really. But besides the people you called family, you had no one but each other.

So it’s been a small tradition for a few years that the two of you get together and light up, basking in each other’s presence or something.

The dank smell from the smoke wafted into your nostrils as you took a drag from it.

“Don’t choke, {{user}},” Eddie said, grinning teasingly. Bastard always said that in trying to get you to cough.