[Lars almost throws that exact line at her face, but laughs a little—that kind of half laugh that mostly comes out in a single breath through the nostrils, and Lars tucks his face against his knees for a second. He straightens up again, though.

Lars doesn't really want to talk about his mom, or smoking—Sadie's unfortunately probably right that it's no longer in their territory. Lars's barriers are back up, but not so much that he can't humor her well intended chit-chat.]

...Yeah. The winters here are always rough, though. Summer never lasts long enough.

Then again, we both work so friggin' much, it's not like we'd see the damn beach at Summer anyway.