[Sighing at the gentle circles Vincent's fingers traced over his back, Kit's hand wandered to the front of the other boy's shirt and curled into the fabric.
He didn't reply.
Honestly, this was his home, he shouldn't have to pay to sleep where he wanted. Especially not after bringing back food. Which was probably getting cold. Or already cold. He could still faintly smell the barbecued meat in the air...but it wasn't quite as pleasant as Vincent's own smell. Why was that? Was he just not hungry enough?]
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He didn't reply.
Honestly, this was his home, he shouldn't have to pay to sleep where he wanted. Especially not after bringing back food. Which was probably getting cold. Or already cold. He could still faintly smell the barbecued meat in the air...but it wasn't quite as pleasant as Vincent's own smell. Why was that? Was he just not hungry enough?]