“I was bored,” he explains simply with a lopsided grin, swiftly conjuring up even more snowflakes with his hands before sending one your way. “That a crime?”

The apartment you both share is practically buried under snow and ice. It's not the first time Jack had pulled something like this—but never to this extremity.

He's a winter spirit, after all. This is what he's made for. But he'll clean it up if he really has to. At the end of the day, he's still your friend.