[ It is a lot. Too much to think about when they know perfectly well that it'll never happen, and yet he can't keep himself from entertaining the idea. Deceptively sweet and bitter all over, like picking at a scab despite knowing fully well it'll scar badly if you do.
He slips his arm around her shoulders, hugging her to his side but it's not quite enough and so he stops in all this snow and all these doubts, pulling her into a proper embrace. ]