It's really not that bad. [ Derek rolls his eyes a little, breath huffing out in a cloud. ] Winter... it's quiet. Everything's a lot more clear.

[ He raises his face to the sky, even if he doesn't recognize these stars, they're still there. ] You can hear farther, and see farther, but there's nothing out there, like everything's asleep. Even in the city, it's just... silent. It's nice.