[ He laughs again, the sound fuller this time, more genuine. He drops his arms from his face to grab a fistful of snow, taking a moment to rub it against his face, letting the cold bite into his cheeks and forehead before he attempts to stand.
He's definitely wobbly, the frozen snowdrift he was laying on having seized up his joints from laying on it too long; he tries to stretch it out first before holding out a hand to Yuri. ]
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He's definitely wobbly, the frozen snowdrift he was laying on having seized up his joints from laying on it too long; he tries to stretch it out first before holding out a hand to Yuri. ]