Jack moves carefully, stepping onto the ice like he's afraid he's forgotten how to skate in all these months. It's a ridiculous notion, of course. I think Jack was probably skating before he was even walking; he takes to the ice like he was born for it. Probably because he was.

His hesitation doesn't last too long at least as he slips forward and spins around to face me, smiling.

"Feel good?" I ask him, pushing off to follow after him, moving easily and slowly. We're not in practice, this is just a leisurely skate around the rink. No pressure. I give him a teasing wink. "Feel like you've got your sea legs back?"