[Crash hummed again with positive acknowledgment and otherwise watched as each of his own breaths visibly puffed into the surrounding cold air. And while certain friends seemed to need and prefer this sort of silence more, the pig can recall what pulled Ryou up the last time something close to this magnitude occurred.]
Company is good.
[He idly drummed his gloved fingertips on his thermos.]
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Company is good.
[He idly drummed his gloved fingertips on his thermos.]
... My luck, not as much.