In a few days, once they got used to it, Connor was going to find the situation hilarious. The two of them, close since birth, being brought to a place to help stop the Apocalypse and there was eight years between them now. Aside from what he knew that Murphy didn't, it didn't take them long to fall back into the rhythm.
"Even better if we can find a place that serves both." His original suggestion had been for a diner but Murphy's was better. He wasn't about to turn down alcohol to go with the meal. The day, the past week and then some, deserved it.
With Murphy keeping an eye on their route, Connor dropped back a step. Without breaking stride, he bent forward to scoop up a handful of snow. Packing it tightly, he waited for the right moment before letting the snowball fly.