poor Michael, you run over to comfort him as soon as you see that sad face and hear him mumbling “what did I do wrong?” and hugging him, holding his face and reassuring him no you promise you’re not mad, you were playing, and he doesn’t like the idea of snowball fights, what if he hurts you? what if his powers act up? but he loves making rows of snowmen with you and making them all look different and decorated, and especially when you kiss his rosy cold nose