Terrence was laughing too, on all fours at the moment, in the middle of trying to pack another snowball when she called a truce. He rolled over onto his back in the snow, laughing breathlessly, laughing more than he'd laughed in days.
Why did it never seem like he laughed anymore? Fuck, that was depressing. He needed to bring some snowballs home and throw them at Ella. Throw them at Alek, maybe, see if he'd wake up. That sobered him a little, and he regretted thinking it immediately. But he was still grinning, breathless from laughing.
"Such a shame winter is the only season when icy cold ammo of death is so readily available," he said, getting himself laughing again. He flung his arms and legs out and moved them, trying to make a snow angel. "And you'd have to get pretty muddy to make a good imprint of yourself on the ground in the summertime."