Heading home on Christmas Eve, the last thing Roxas expected was to find something, or rather someone sitting on the steps leading up to his apartment. Pausing at the bottom of said stairs, he looked on with honest surprise as his unexpected guest remained motionless, a spent cigarette held loosely between two fingers. Of all people, he never thought that he'd find his short tempered redheaded roommate willingly sitting in the cold, centimeters of snow already gathered on his hair and shoulders.
"Axel?" he called quietly in question, slowly ascending the stairs. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to be out of town for the holidays?"
"Hmm?" Axel shook himself, clumps of snow falling free from his scarlet locks. He had been so lost in thought, trying to think of the best way to tell his best friend, roommate and love of his life that not only had he lied about having plans for the holidays already, but that he had done so in order to avoid potentially spilling his