Garak hated it, the white rain that got in his face, made him cold, made his clothes wet the second any heat was applied. He hated the stupid snow, the blinding, wet, freezing cold. So why was he here? Watching with Julian through the window at the snow? He had plenty of things he could be doing, plenty they could be doing together.
In truth he had missed this Julian, the kind with the boyish smile and excited eyes. The man who talked too fast and rocked on his feet, and if watching this cold cold percipitation made him smile, maybe it wasn't so bad after all.
Why he went outside even he doesn't understand, something about Julians contagious smile? Something about the way he grabbed his hand? A fear that Julian would get too cold? Possibly a combination of all those reasons and more, and he had to admit Julians promise of warm drinks and even warmer kisses was a good motivator.
Being on Earth this time of year was a coincidence, Julian had buisness, and so therefore Garak found some for himself. On the station it was cold, on Cardassia it was warmth so familiar it ached. And on Earth with Julian he was walking through slush, holding a hand wrapped in layers of wool. The trees were bare, the river flowed slower, the only flowers alive were stubborn little things.
Julian had a route he had planned, through some gardens guarenteed to be empty (Cardassians were still not on the best foot with humanity (espically the 'ex spy')) Thankfully the pathways in the garden were paved with solar panels designed to heat up and discourage snow, so he wasn't trudging anymore. "The birds still migrate for winter, despite weather control meaning they could easily live here year round, somethings can't be rewirred!" Julian was happily explaining migration to Garak who only ever knew exile.
Flowers were pointed out and named, warm cider was bought, and Julian demanded on making a small snow sculputer (he said it wasn't Garak but there was something suspiciously like ridges on it) And then on the way home, Garak maybe complained more than was warrented, in the hopes of extra sympathy and kisses. He maybe took it too far saying "and you know these old bones don't work well with the cold" making Julian almost spill his drink from laughter.
True to his word though, Julian dutifully helped Garak de-layer, breathed into his fingers, kissed his face. Maybe the snow wasn't so bad, if it meant Garak got to sit lounging with blankets around him, with Julian sitting on his lap, warming him up with kisses. Maybe snow wasn't that bad after all.