Zac hated the winter and the snow, mostly because of the cold. With the state of his lungs, he could never endure the cold for long, the air burning his throat and chest, making it hard to breathe. he usually spent winters inside in the heat, sometimes having to double breathing treatments. Today was one of those days, which is why he was grateful to have Caliphe, because she was always there to spend time inside with him to keep him company if needed. He sat on the island counter in his apartment, nebulizer piece in his mouth that he was holding onto with his teeth, as he help mix some dry ingredients together for the cookies they were making. He slid the bowl over to the left so it was closer to her, taking the nebulizer from his mouth. “That should be all the dry ingredients,” he mentioned, slightly through a few coughs.