"Because people keep telling me to go inside before I get sick," he pats down the tracks left by Rider's fingers until the snowman is completely smooth again. "Shizuka picked me up the other day because I wouldn't go back in."

The offer of help makes Satoshi light up like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. "Yes please! I can't pick up the head to put it on top, can you do that? You look strong." He wonders if all grown up guys have big muscles under their shirts, and looks at his own reed-thin arms, flexing them experimentally.