You had thought that because of Dick’s usual grace that ice skating would be easy.

You were quickly proven wrong. He had about as much grace as a baby giraffe trying to stand.

“How are you so good at this?” He asked as he watched you skate around. “Wait don’t leave, c’mon angel.”

He started calling you that after you dragged him outside in the middle of the night to make snow angels.

You hold back a laugh as he flails and tried to overcorrect his balance. You skate over and help him up.