Against his better judgement, Bobby went "Ah," and with it came the whisp of breath that only came with the crisp end of fall. His hands balled into fists, and he tucked them close to his chest, feeling his heart pound.
With another quick inhale, his cheeks puffed and his brow knitted with determination. "Your name's Remy?" he managed to divert, without the fog on his breath, feeling his skin warm as quickly as it had cooled.