[He hates seeing Martin like this; making himself small. He reaches out towards him, wanting him close.]

I don't think it's just the snow. It feels like... a little like when we were in the house in Scotland. But after.

[That heavy feeling that had paralysed him for so long. Lethargy, exhaustion. Except he hadn't been hungry then.

He gives a small smile.]

I'm glad to see you too, Martin.