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a collection of drabbles in which dave meets winter.
I: You thought you'd like ice skating, because you like water. You like the feeling of cold liquid against your face, hands and toes and your body in the mornings, and you like the droplets of water falling down on your shoulders from your wet hair. You thought that if you'd combine two things you love— water and John— you'd get something amazing, but. No. You were so, so wrong. ("But, Dave, there's no difference. It's water. It's just... frozen.")
II: You step outside, shoeless and the ends of your sweatpants are soaking in snow. It's the first time you wake up and smell fresh, cold air. It's the first time you're greeted by almost colorless sky, and it's the first time you feel snowflakes vanish in the palms of your hands.
III: You stand, curled up under a blanket, on the sofa. You're watching a Christmas-themed soap opera that John put on, not even trying to find an excuse for it. But you don't need one.
IV: You hold his hand, fingers entwined. Walking through the crowds of people it looks like you're holding hands just to make sure you're not getting lost; but in fact, you both know the real reason— you need to feel each other.