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He cocked his head. "A tragedy, I know."
She laughed, taking the coat and putting it on. "Thank you. I'll be sure to give it back afterwards."
She smiled, and opened the door. "I know it is."
"Stravinsky," he answered easily. "Yours?"
"Well, when you hold snow, it normally feels pretty cold," she replied flatly.
"Of course, baby," she reassured. "I will."
He pulled away from her, taking her hand again. "Let's keep going."
She pursed her lips. "Are you sure?"
She smiled softly. "Let's head out."
He smiled. "Good. Good. I do love you."
She nodded, rubbing her arms. "Yeah, normally I wouldn't give in that easily but.. it's getting cold."
She looked at him sympathetically, kissing his cheek. "I love you, okay? I know you're worried, and there's no helping that, but I'll be here for...
"I would be sad," he answered, pausing to embrace her. "You know I love you, right?"
"How am I the cheater?!" She shook her head, dropping the snow and wiping her hands off. "I yield."
She nodded, taking his hands. "Yes. Are you?"
He stopped for a moment, turning to look at her. "Did you just accuse me of not loving you?"
She stepped back, not expecting the snow. Groaning in frustration, she threw a snowball at him. "Evil!"
"Well I don't like the idea of me sitting in here all day," she told him. "I'll be fine."
He rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't really care, considering we're already in love."
She paused, ready to throw just in case. "Do you yield?"
