Because Anon asked so nicely, I made a segue. :3

Yes. Second Half.

Jack had been paying attention to the humans for a few weeks now. It was 301 years after his birth as Jack Frost. It was chilly, and he made sure it stayed that way. He wanted to coat hills and streets with snow. Tonight was supposed to be a lunar eclipse. He had remembered Pitch at hearing Jamie ask him if he would watch it. He had said he wasn't sure.

He had even gone and spoken to North. "You know, I met Pitch… before," he told him, sitting with his legs curled up and his feet tucked underneath his bottom.

North blinked up at him from the chunk of ice he was carving. He had asked Jack to make it for him. How could he say no?

"Oh?" he said, looking at Jack curiously with his wonder-filled eyes. "And how had it been…?"

Shaking his head softly, Jack mumbled, "I remember him… It… well, he knew who I was. Nobody had ever actually heard of me before… It was weird…"

North set down his tools. Setting his hands upon his knees, North asked, "Why do you bring him up?"

"Tonight's gonna be a lunar eclipse," he said, "I met him on a lunar eclipse about one hundred seventy three years ago… It just… Made me remember…" North's brow furrowed. "North, I feel bad about what happened to him… Seeing the way his own Nightmares attacked him- it… it looked like it hurt…"

The Guardian of Wonder nodded softly. "Yes…" Three letters, that was all he said, but Jack still felt like he had been punched in the gut.

"Sometimes I think maybe I should apologize…" he said, "Try and make amends, you know…? Just make everything the way it was back when we first met…"

North didn't say anything. Biting his lip, Jack whispered quietly, "North, should I go and see him…?"

And North said yes.

Now that brought him to the hill he stood upon. Gazing up at the moon in uncertainty. He had found the exact hill from all those years ago, coated it lightly in snow out of nerves, and was currently fiddling with his staff, waiting for the blackness to blot out the light. Again, it lasted only a split second before the moon returned. But Jack found himself holding his breath until the entire sphere of light shone.

"Well, it seems I wasn't the only one visiting fond memories tonight," Jack's heart leapt. He knew that voice.

Looking to his left, there stood Pitch, leaning against the wall of the building and keeping his face masked in shadows just as he had all those years ago.

Shifting his weight, Jack said, "Hey Pitch…"

"How long has it been now, Frost, a hundred seventy four years?" he asked, observing his fingernails.

Jack smiled meekly. "Yes," he said, "Feels weird, doesn't it? I mean, we fought that big huge battle, we won, and you got sucked back into your hole by your NightMares and I haven't seen you in a whole year…"

Pitch chuckled. "You haven't changed a bit," he said, stepping forward, "You still talk too much…"

Jack cleared his throat awkwardly. "Listen, I just wanted to apologize… You didn't deserve to be attacked like that…"

"I deserved everything I received," Pitch said softly, looking to the moon, "I'll manage to build back up eventually… It may take centuries, but someday you'll be seeing me as a threat again."

Jack laughed. "I always see you as a threat," he said, "You're kinda terrifying to be around, especially cuz you can just, like teleport right behind me and grab me, or make shadows of yourself, but not actually be in one, and it's really creepy when you do that…" He grinned sheepishly when he realized he was saying too much. Pitch seemed to notice it too, smirking at Jack.

"How is it?" he asked, "Having people all over the world who know your name and know your face… Is it everything you hoped it would be?"

Jack nodded with a smile. "I probably don't have as many believers as you had during the Dark Ages, but soon I think I'll be able to say the age of Jack Frost has begun." Pitch laughed at the quip. "It is, nice, though… Being seen…"

Pitch nodded. "Yes," he said, looking back to the moon.

Slowly Jack's eyes went to the orb of light as well. "Does he ever talk to you?" he asked.

"Yes," Pitch said, "Or, he did… In the past… Mostly just warnings and bargains to get me to stop tormenting children… But yes…"

Jack sighed. "Must be nice," he said, leaning on his staff.

"Still leaves you out in the cold, eh?" Pitch asked, making a pun on purpose.

"Yeah, but I'm kinda use—hey, did you just make a joke?"

Pitch chuckled. "You're slow to catch on," he muttered, stepping forward again, his face finally in the light.

Jack smirked at the Boogeyman. "You know, before I met you, I thought you were a monster or a gargoyle or something… Nobody ever really described you fondly… And when I saw you were actually a person I was kinda surprised. I mean, when everyone just calls you the monster under their bed, you star to picture an actual monster. With like, fangs and gnarly teeth and, like, a tail and stuff."

Pitch rolled his eyes.

Smiling warmly, Jack took a step forward. "So, are we even?" he asked, "Can we just… not try to kill each other for now? Is… Is my apology accepted…?"

With a soft smile in return, Pitch seemed to contemplate the question for a brief moment. Looking at Jack, Pitch stepped back into the shadows, leaving only his eyes to glint with light.

And as he faded into the shadows, Jack heard one simple word. One word ghosting on the wind around him. Three letters.

Pitch said yes.