It was cold, but Jamie didn't care. He wrapped his arms tightly around Jack's waist, ignoring the frost on the cerulean blue hoodie of his friend. Because that's what Jack was. His friend. And he was getting a hug whether Jamie contracted frostbite or not.
Jack himself had gone still with shock. Jamie could probably figure why. Judging from the winter spirit's reaction when the boy had seen him in his room for the first time, it was a safe bet to assume that Jack wasn't used to recognition. Jamie was young, but he wasn't stupid. It was obvious that Jack hadn't been acknowledged in a very long time. Because of that, he had to be lonely, right?
Face hidden by the cold and stiff fabric of the taller boy's hoodie, Jamie smiled when Jack's thin arms wrapped around his shoulders.
There, Jamie thought. I've accomplished something today. I made a friend.
Jack was the coolest friend someone like Jamie could ever have, now that he thought about it.
Suddenly, the exchange seemed a little warmer.