He does know that shape! It's the shape of a friend! A friend who... In retrospect doesn't look much at all like his illustration of her. Huh. Maybe Steve was right?

He sets the icicle down and plucks the earbuds out of his ears, then slowly stands and dusts snow powder off of his shorts.

"Everything okay, Princess? You don't call, you don't write. Shoot, I'd be mad if I weren't happy to see you again." Wink~