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No amount of time spent living in Ireland had prepared Ruairi for Chicago winters― he felt the slightest bit as though he was freezing into a solid block of ice with every second they were outside, the amount of clothes he was bundled up in be damned. But Fionn had been fascinated by the idea of ice skating and though Ruairi hadn't wanted to skate he'd never deny his son wanting to try anything if it was safe and reasonable and he found himself lingering around the rink watching the boy― his auburn hair windswept and cheeks red― as he waited for Elliot to arrive. He grinned brightly at his best friend as the other man approached, raising his gloved hands to sign even as he continued to speak aloud― hoping his clumsy fingers wouldn't make his signing unintelligible and speaking would shore up any mistakes. "Hey, man," Ruairi greeted. "Fionn really wanted to skate so I'm supervising but I'm at least fifty percent sure I'm gonna freeze to death before he's finished," he joked, sniffling hard as if to prove his point. "Maybe we can get hot chocolate after he tires himself out?"