Jack's moving as easily on the ice as he ever has, his skates barely making a sound as he circles around me. He swishes to a stop right in front of me, his hands warm when they take mine and I keep my eyes on him.

"It's really nice bein' out here with you," I agree. "I mean even, even back home before I really knew what I was feelin' for you, I loved skating with you. Bein' on your line was just-- it's incredible, Jack. You're so good."

I cringe a bit when I realize that what I'm saying likely isn't helping him any and I shake my head a bit. "Anyway, this just... this feels nice. It's okay if you can't do it again for awhile or just don't want to. I get it. But, for what it's worth, this feels pretty great to me."