The cold air hits faster than Riddle could have planned for. Even if he'd worn his uniform jacket, he's sure the chill would seep through, would chill him to the bone. Unfortunately, Riddle couldn't say he even had clothes that would work to bundle him up back in his Dorm room, so used to the magical protection from the elements that he never planned on it. The freezing weather causes him to step slightly closer to Cater, his hand staying put where it fit just right.

Riddle's opposite hand comes up, fingers grasping lightly against the sleeve of Cater's own jacket. It's a small, futile attempt to steal some of the taller boy's warmth.

"At least you had the foresight to check that." It sounds like a half insult, which it was. He's trying to be playful, even if he doesn't know how to effectively do it. Oh, but it was so cold. Riddle sniffles slightly, ducking his head down as if to hide it. The cold wouldn't get to him, as long as he pretended it didn't, right?

"Where are we going first, once we reach town..?"