Written for
day_by_drabble Midwinter Challenge.
Prompt: How like a winter hath my absence been From thee,
the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen,
What old December’s bareness everywhere!
--"Sonnet 97" by William Shakespeare
He needs to do this, to prove to her that he is worthy of her trust, worth of her love - for if he cannot master himself to this task, to the bleakness of this place, this winter of his life then he will lose her and spring will never come.