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[Looking down at Vincent, he remains quiet. Doesn't continue down the same lane that they've walked too often already. Instead he takes a deep breath, the air fresh and clean in his nostrils, and finally just lies down next to the other man. No parts of their bodies are touching, but there's a sense of nearness about it anyway - from just lying in the same position, the earth cold and hard beneath his shoulder blades. In contrast to the heat of the fire, warming his feet.]

You're cheating on your workaholic tendencies right now, you realise.