This really is like whiplash. They're holding hands now and--

"Thanks." He pulls the gloves on and rubs them together. "I've got some cold weather stuff somewhere in the house, I just haven't needed it til now." He wrinkles his nose at the snow as if it's waited for him to really get comfortable.

"You moved here from Alaska, right? Isn't this shorts and t-shirt weather for you?" Chuck teases him after a moment, passing a cup to someone passing by. The wine is keeping him warm and gently fuzzy, a little readier to be casual around Raleigh instead of on edge.