Jacob is used to harsh winters, snow banked up in the streets, the rivers topped with ice and every chimney billowing smoke in an effort to make homes warm. He's only had to light the fire in the cabin once or twice so far this winter, who knows what keeps it warm, but there's something in the air, just as Chris says.
"Fresh and clear, good for walking," He agrees, glad he has his own long coat on, and his usual amount of layers. And with a hot drink in hand? It couldn't get better.
When Chris speaks, Jacob looks to him as they head down the path, fallen leaves a thick blanket on the ground, edged with frost.
He hadn't spared Chris' feelings any thought, but he'd had no idea where Chris had heard the phrase or what context they'd been in. He should have done better.
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Date: 2022-12-12 06:33 pm (UTC)"Fresh and clear, good for walking," He agrees, glad he has his own long coat on, and his usual amount of layers. And with a hot drink in hand? It couldn't get better.
When Chris speaks, Jacob looks to him as they head down the path, fallen leaves a thick blanket on the ground, edged with frost.
"The Pit isn't, for me, a problem." Which isn't true, necessarily. It isn't the current problem. It isn't what makes his heart ache right now. "I'm sorry about... what I said. Then. I don't remember it, I was in a bad way, but I shouldn't have... said words like that to you and not explained the meaning. And I shouldn't have been so blasé when I told you what they meant."
He hadn't spared Chris' feelings any thought, but he'd had no idea where Chris had heard the phrase or what context they'd been in. He should have done better.
"I didn't mean to... be so callous."