Lily stood a small ways away from him, watching silently as the snowflakes disappeared on his hair and cloak. He had his back against the tree, his head hanging down slightly with his eyes closed. His posture looked relaxed, but she knew him, could see the signs of stress on his face—the crease between his brows, his set jaw.

"Jamie?" she whispered.

"Yeah?" he answered, not looking up.

She opened her mouth, about to ask if he was alright, before thinking better of it. She stood there, mouth gaping like a fish, before blurting out the first thing that came to her mind.

"I love you."

Slowly, James turned his eyes towards her, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

"Love you, too, Lils."