the cold air is sharp, but something about it is quite touching too. The crunch of snow behind you alerts you. You turn around, and see Scaramouche, nose and ears all pink. He sits beside you and stares straight out in silence just as you were earlier

his head turns to you again, and stares for a few seconds before turning back to the trees covered in snow ahead of both of you. He stares down at his palms, and curiously, you begin to look at his palms too, and see a snowflake

"Pretty?"