[At the sudden sight of the Finn-blob taking off down the embankment, Jake groans.]

No, Finn, I'm gonna come around! Don't just--

[Aaand, there he went. Skidding out onto the ice, nearly falling on his face. Jake accepts defeat with a sigh, sitting down in the lukewarm snow to wait out Finn's breathlessly determined yet insufferably slow approach.

Jake is halfway through his third mini-snowman by the time Finn comes crashing onto the bank, face bright red from all the huffing and puffing. It's a convincing mask, clouding the signs of exhaustion and hardship that marked Finn's face over the course of his time here. When Jake stands, kicking some snow at him with a laugh, there's only endearment in his teasing tone. No worry. What did he have to be worried about?]

Uh, okay, weirdo. [He's grinning wider now, emotion pricking at Jake's eyes despite his best efforts. He'd already made his peace with never seeing Finn again, at least not until death brought them back together. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do; even harder than accepting death itself.

Maybe he wasn't as peace with it as he thought he was. Seeing Finn now, it feels impossible to even imagine.]

But sure, alright, how's this? [With a single wide step, Jake's closes the remaining distances between them. Without breaking his momentum, the dog winds his arms around his little brother in a tight coiling hug.] Your favorite song's 'Three Baby--'