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The blond and brunette bundle up with mittens, scarves, coats and hats before they exit their two story house. Eric pays close attention to where he places his feet, the ice and snow not being something he's used to. Eric is more adapted to the warm weather of Australia, but refuses to complain to his boyfriend.

"We can take the car if you want?" Tanner chuckles at his struggling boyfriend and places a hand on his waist as they walk, only to make sure he doesn't slip on the ice or trip from the snow.

"No, it's okay. I need to get familiar with the weather," he smiles a small smile and huffs at the ground.

"Don't look at the ground, think about how soft the snow is and I'll be your eyes," Tanner's words make Eric snicker, comparing him to a poet. He obliges anyways, admiring the highly decorated houses for the upcoming Christmas. Tanner occasionally glances at the ground but not nearly as much as Eric does, Tanner having been raised in Canada – a stark opposite to Australia.

"Iceskating sounds like a lot of fun," Eric comments, remembering how the taller man convinced him to go outside and to the indoor skating rink.

"It is. It's worth trudging through the snow, I promise,"

Eric looks thoughtful, pursing his lips with his hands still shoved down his coat pockets. Although they bear mittens, the icy air bites at his skin, "And if it's not?"

"We'll head home and watch movies like we did Saturday," they both nod to themselves and smile at the thought.