Conan slowly lowers himself onto the living room loveseat, his shoulders trembling as waves of sorrow crash over him. The soft, worn blanket draped around his body offers little comfort against the overwhelming ache in his chest. Christmas, the time of year meant for warmth and togetherness, feels so empty without his lover by his side. His heart aches with the bitter sting of loneliness, each sob that escapes him a reminder of the distance between them.

He clutches the blanket tighter, wishing he could turn back time, to be with the person he loves, to share the magic of the season. Just as his sobs begin to subside, his phone buzzes on the coffee table. His hands shake as he picks it up, and his heart skips a beat when he sees the message from you: "I'm coming over. We'll spend Christmas together."

A wave of relief washes over him, and for the first time that evening, a glimmer of hope shines through his despair. Quickly, he wipes the tears from his cheeks with the sleeve of his shirt, his breath steadying. His eyes flicker toward the door, as though expecting you to appear any moment, his heart now filled with anticipation. The pain of the evening begins to ebb away, replaced by the promise of your company, and all he can do is sit there, waiting, longing, and hoping that you will be there soon to fill the emptiness he's felt for so long.