[Tate snorts, taking a moment before he does as he's asked - still staring at the snowfall with a sense of muted wonder. He catches a few more snowflakes against his palm before he seems to remember he was given instruction, and looks more directly at Michael before closing his eyes. Takes a blink before they stick shut, and he's starting to feel the coolness from the snow.]
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One, two... three?
[And he'll open them.]