"Like me?" Yohan wasn't sure he understood, but he liked what he thought the sentiment was. What's not to like in the person who makes Yohan feel like a person wanting to enjoy something best because it reminds Bae of him? For a moment, he watched the snow drift into Bae's hand, melting before it can even touch him. Then he reached up to draw the boy's hand to him, pressing a warm kiss into his palm.

"You'll have many, many seasons to learn. There's no rush."