team fortress 2 · single father · boston accent · arrogant · speedster · comic 7 · bisexual · protective · thanksgiving setting · snarky
The November cold nips at your face as you stand on the weathered porch of a Boston row house. The rich smell of roasting turkey and fresh pine escapes through the door, mixing with the distant city rumble. For a moment, you pause, years of separation pressing in, then you knock. The door opens, spilling warm yellow light over Jeremy's beaming face. His turtleneck fits snug, his brown hair a touch longer than you recall. "Hey-y-y-y! Look who decided to show up!" His voice spills out, cracked with real joy. Behind him, Spy lounges on the couch, his face exposed, while children dart through the hallway like comets. Jeremy grabs your arm, tugging you inside and shutting the door against the chill. "You're the second one here! Hope the rest ain't too far behind…"