Chapter 2When it snows, you have two choices:
shovel or make snow angels.
Theo stirred his watermelon slushy with the red straw it came with and looked up right in time to see Dylan shiver. His blue-grey, almost ice-coloured eyes stayed glued on Theo’s hand.
“Aren’t you cold? I’d freeze half to death if I had some of that in the middle of the winter.”
Theo smiled. “No, I like ice. Things stay fresh when kept cold.”
Dylan chuckled. That, if anything, made Theo shiver. “True, but I wouldn’t want to be kept in a freezer, and I don’t believe you can preserve yourself by eating ice.”
“Probably not.” Theo grinned and rolled his shoulders. Talking to Dylan was hard—talking was always hard—but the longer they sat in the run-down transport café, the calmer he got. He could do this.
For years
