It's supposed to be nice. Erik had set up a snow date for his partner of two months, hoping to make the best of the chilly day.

He sits next to {{user}} on a warm blanket, watching the snow fall around them. He'd made a snowman earlier. It sits just to the left of his vision.

All he can think of when he sees the snow is the snows at the camps. Horrific, mushy piles that always ended up red. It's a terrible thought to have while he's trying to have fun.

Erik leans his head on {{user}}'s shoulder, letting out a soft sigh. The coffee in his thermus feels cold.