Long bitter days had only been seeing through, casting the few rare happy days from mind, making even the most happiest of mind turn dull. The environment was going in rugged terrain with areas with flattened land. Everything was covered in a thick blanket of snow and sprinkled everything that wasn't able to support a smooth surface of white snow. Clouds were dark grey and were not showing any signs of the sun coming out the greet them. Washington's face seemed to grow more withered as the weeks rolled on, the wrinkles and the paleness on the skin starting to increasingly show itself. How faded he looked. Despite the man being exhausted, he still found somewhere in his heart to smile for a hooded man. From being outside so long, George's dark clothes were caked in white frosted snow, starting to build up in solids. Despite the air being frigid, the trees were giving a bright green to give the white void some form of life.
"Connor, I see you have returned." George happily said, turning all the way to see behind him. He appeared to be more delighted to see him again. His face filled with some colour and splashing hints of red. Connor seemed o be delighted as well, offering some form of smile (considering he isn't very expressive). They took the opportunity to give each other smiling stares, "You've been gone quite a while."
He nodded at the tall man's statement. It had been true that he had been goner more than a fair amount of time. To be honest, Connor hadn't missed him too much when he was away but now that he was back in the General's presence. He realized how much he missed the man he calls "commander".
"The front has been stressing and—"He wanted to go on but talking about war was something for a person in the military (or someone deserving of the information or cared). Connor was different; he was someone close, beloved even. Cutting himself off, Connor looked at Washington in confusion, looking around if something had happened. While Connor was searching about the area with his eyes, George's eyes looked at the other's hand. His hand went a bit numb from warmth from just the very thought of what he wanted to.
The hooded figure turned to be only questioned what was wrong again, only asking this time. George exhaled with a smile, grabbing at Connor's hand: first cupping it with their palms touching and then lacing their fingers. He looked away for a moment before shyly looking back. Connor's mouth was only opened a hair from what just happened. Quickly he caught up to what was actually happening. Gently he gave an awkward squeeze in return to George holding it, getting a bit red in the face. There wasn't a word exchanged at all. All that was heard was the howling of the wind bustling in their ears.
"Connor?" he interrupted the silence.
"-?"
"I am glad you are here, safe."
The final reply was a flustered mumble from the under the shadow of the a single hood, covering his reddened face, making the pair only standing in silence again. Except this time, there was peace.