"A puppy in the window?" David asked, voice a bit torn between sad and offended. He settles for sad. "I... I can't skate, Jean-Paul."

But oh the aching for it. He wants it. The ice was something he loved too much. His eyes went back to it. Yep. He wants it. And, voice weak and shaking with fear, he spoke.

"Please. I hate not knowing I can go out on the ice and just... just be. I loved it."