“Are you gonna sit here until I talk?” she asks through chattering teeth. “No. I’m gonna sit here until you want to go back inside. Doesn’t matter if you wanna talk or not. You’re not freezing to death alone out here.” “I won’t freeze to death,” she insists. “And what if those are your last words?” “I’m gonna be fine.” “I won’t even be able to say I told you so.” “That’s because I’ll be the one saying I told you so,” she counters. “How? You’ll be dead.”
