[ Jack nods, gesturing so that Bruce might sit. He won't put the request off but it seems kind of strange to just stand in the doorway for it. Once the man is settled Jack crouches opposite him, takes a deep breath and nods to show he's ready.
Pale fingers weave through the air, calling up specks of snow and shining light, eventually forming together to make a large snowflake. He cups it, shifting it around his hand like a handful of water. Then with a careful flick of his hand, he sends it towards Bruce where it poofs into specks that feel pleasantly cool, even in the chilled room. ]
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Pale fingers weave through the air, calling up specks of snow and shining light, eventually forming together to make a large snowflake. He cups it, shifting it around his hand like a handful of water. Then with a careful flick of his hand, he sends it towards Bruce where it poofs into specks that feel pleasantly cool, even in the chilled room. ]