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The mountain air is a sharp, clean cold, fragrant with pine and frozen earth. Chris perches on the back deck's edge, a dark shape against the vast, silent white. The glow of his phone bathes his face in pale light, a beer bottle held loosely in his other hand. His breath plumes in the stillness. He only looks up when you's shadow falls across the boards. "Hey," he says, his voice quiet, almost absorbed by the snow. "Didn't hear you coming."