So I thought to myself: but why does he get a new jacket? And then this happened. But one possibility of many. I blame @acrobat-elle for this. Starts pre-new-jacket.
Stepping quietly across the living room floor, Killian peers out the nearest window. It’s still the middle of February, and as he’s gathered, winter never seems to end in this realm, as surely as summer persists in Neverland. He gives the fire a stir before he rests against the windowsill, the divots in the delicately carved wood sure to press a pattern into his flesh. But there’s something about the quiet, the illusion of total solitude, the complete and utter darkness, that’s remarkably comforting. So he stays, and presses the palm of his hand against the glass, where the wind and the biting cold have begun to draw sharp, frozen figures.
“Your hand’s gonna freeze to the glass.”