"Is it still that painful?" he asks, eyes still on the pictures. After all, if the summer is this hot, the winter might turn just as cold to run opposite. In the two that he'd been here for, the snow had never gotten horribly out of hand, but there's always a first time for everything, especially when the Will was involved.

He does smile gently at the photo of his counterpart and Alice, though. It's familiar of a time that they shared here at the mansion once, even though that had ended with both of them equally covered in snow and freezing before they'd finally called a truce.