( sweetheart. that's the point of snow. for it to be cold. of course you wouldn't like it just for that – he's been around you long enough to have realized that long before now – but that just means he might have to get inventive when it comes to getting you out of the grumps when you're cold.

darren wants to talk about Things, too. but he doesn't know where in the world to start, doesn't know if he should start off by saying he's sorry, that he'd never intended for eithan to find out about the depth of his thoughts and feelings once he'd found out that the other was spoken for; because how could that conversation have gone, anyway? hey, i kind of like you – a lot – but you're getting married, and i don't even know if you like guys …? no, thank you. this one has some pretty impressive social anxiety even on a good day, and he doesn't think he could have taken the direction that conversation was sure to have taken.

so, for the moment, he's going to wait. eventually, he knows they're going to have to talk about things – because it's them, and they've never had an issue with working things out, no matter what it happens to be – but sue him if he wants to keep the veneer of normalcy up between them for the moment.

he hums a thoughtful note as he moves close to one of the couches, fingers tracing along its back. ) Nothing wrong with that. ( golden eyes flick upward, a knowing little grin curving the line of his mouth. )

Hm … do you have a Goodwill in Meridia? You can always find cheap furniture and stuff there. ( he laughs, just for the hell of it, for the sake of how ridiculous what he's saying actually sounds. ) Not that you need to worry about cheap, but you never know what you're gonna find. Most of what's in my apartment, I got because nobody else wanted it.