It was cold.
And it was raining. Not yet raining, he thought, just a light drizzle.
Icy droplets fell from the sky. He turned his face to the vastness, clouds swirling in his view. Another drop came down, down and splashed on his cheek. It rolled, as if he was crying.
He was, and was he still crying now?
He wasn't sure before, and still not.
He didn't move when a hand touched his softly. Warm, it felt almost burning in contrast with the cold air.
"Let's get inside. I don't want you to catch a cold, Ivan."
He only smiled, the single drop still on his cheek. Still making him look as if he was crying and smiling at the same time.
He took Toris' hand in his, "Yes, let's go inside."