Blackfoot Forest when i meet charon

Days had gone by since he'd last spoken to anyone, so when he called out Hey, his voice was sheepish and rough with disuse. His eyes ghosted over the stranger, whose dark coat was flecked with snowflakes in mid-melt.

Well, he began, before being interrupted by a clump of snow that finally fell off of a drooping branch, right on top of Abraham's head. There was a sharp gasp ("Pah!"), a stuttering series of blinks. Such commotion on such a narrow face.

Where— where are you going?

The young man sat, the brightness of his face unmarred by the melting snow that slid slowly down his neck.