"Nobody's erasing me, fuck that." Peter elbows Isaac, although it barely counts with all the layers of clothing and coat between his elbow and Isaac's arm.

"It wasn't ever quite like this, but we did a winter or two up near enough to Canada. It gets pretty cold, snow every-damn-where and not a lot to do besides go stir-crazy inside or go out." He shrugs. "It's having to wear all the clothes that's a pain in the ass." Annoying because he's cold, but starting to sweat in them, his eyes flicking toward the horizon as though watching the sun sink an inch at a time.