Ah, so the third option presents itself - a man holding onto joy because to do anything less is letting despair rule the roost. Something far more palatable, in his opinion.

He doesn't shy away from the touch, instead letting it draw a soft huff out of him. "I don't think I've fished since I was a boy, I wouldn't be able to say if ice fishing was any more different than 'substantially colder', but- I'm more than willing to give it a shot, certainly."