“ 𝘪𝘧 it'll snow——considering the fucked up state of this world. ” ever the optimistic, flat palm held up to take the lighter back. “ gloves don't really do much. ”
“ right , maybe get some gloves ? ” holding up the lighter between them, with the flame glowing , she hoped maybe the tiny fire would help a little . at least for the moment .
“ it's late already , and november . i wonder when it'll snow. ”
freezes but doesn't pull away. instead waits for the other to light the cancer stick between his lips before giving an approving hum. “ ...thanks, man. ”