[Finn slows his movement, almost stopping but not quite.]

Maybe a little? It makes me think of someone who would be a lot happier without it.

[And that makes me feel sad. There was some other reason too, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Something about snow that felt lonely…or made him feel lonely. But it was like a memory of a memory, too far away to really grasp. He shakes his head and sits up, shrugging.]

You’re not wrong though. Lots of people here really seem exited about it. [He gestures to some people not far away who were building something out of the snow, their laughter carrying on the cool air.]