#and it will just be one sentence revealing Eggs’ most deepest darkest secret of his favorite color

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“Here.”

Fritz looks up at David’s voice, jumping at the sight of the giant reaching for him. Despite the fact the business man has only ever held him once, it is an all too familiar sight, making the teenager simply tense instead of try to duck away.

He jolts in surprise when something is dropped at his feet. Stares at a human sized backpack sitting in front of him.

“To replace the one I cut the straps off of,” David rumbles, missing the way Fritz’s eyes grow wide as the giant turns to his phone. “Your parents haven’t already bought you a new one, have they?”

Actually, his parents didn’t even know his backpack is damaged. Fritz couldn’t think of a good way to explain why the straps were snipped by a giant pair of scissors, and he’s not exactly willing to admit he nearly got buried in a snowstorm a week ago.

But he doesn’t necessarily need a bag with straps, it still works! Even if it is a little awkward carrying it in his arms.

“Uh, no, they haven’t. B-But you didn’t need to-“

“There’s also a jacket inside to replace the one I cut as well.” David fixes him with a stare that sends a shiver down his spine. “A proper snow coat that I expect being worn whenever you so much as step a single foot outside.”

…really?

Fritz can’t help a bit of excitement as he carefully unzips the backpack before realizing it’s waterproof. He then lets a gasp of awe escape as he pulls out a puffy jacket that looks impossible to be soaked through and warm. And underneath it are gloves actually meant for the snow. And snow shoes.

No, this is too much, he can’t accept these. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison. But-“

“See you tonight,” the giant waves as he walks away, eyes locked on his phone. “And you have another thing coming if you think I’ll be carrying you home.”

Fritz looks down at the collection of items before him in disbelief. Finds a giant smile spreading across his face as he puts on the jacket, a sigh of relief as the last of the chill from being outside vanishes.

David wouldn’t mind helping him make one snowman, right?