Chris kisses back, pouring everything his ineloquent words can't offer into the moment while snowflakes catch in their hair and on his nose. When they break apart again, he brings a hand up to cover Jacob's against his throat. He brings his hand up to place a kiss against his wrist. "I believe you, love. Nor will mine."

He gives a slightly wry smile as he pulls Jacob's skin from his lips and frees his hand to trace his fingers along the older man's collar. "Even if you had cause and desire to send me from your side, my feelings wouldn't falter. I've never known them to be anything but stubborn and unwavering things anyway."

He looks up into the gently falling flakes with a small, mischievous smile. "Do you think, if I caught a flake on my tongue and kissed you, you'd taste the chill?"