[ Even that small touch is comforting even so. He finds himself looking down at her long hair and iron spine and thinking of Quinn. God, he misses her desperately. Their breakup was more inevitable than messy, but ...

Not the time to think about that. Breathe, Miles. Talk about the weather. ]

Winter is long and cold here, yes. Especially in the mountains. [ A bit of a fond smile. He loves his shitty planet, shitty weather and all. ] But we will see days without snow here and there. Just not many of them.