[his companion's thoughts were as impenetrable to Vincent as his were to the other boy. unaware of the mental images his declaration had conjured he merely revels in the closer hold from his companion. it was far more peaceful than any blanket could ever hope to be.
he fights petulantly against sleep solely because Kit had instructed him to nap, but the alcohol coursing through his system is too strong even for his bullheadedness. little by little his eyelids droop until they finally close completely, mind already floating down into the warm abyss of unconsciousness.
his grip on his literal body pillow remains as strong the entire time. it seems that abandonment is something written into Vincent's very DNA.]
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he fights petulantly against sleep solely because Kit had instructed him to nap, but the alcohol coursing through his system is too strong even for his bullheadedness. little by little his eyelids droop until they finally close completely, mind already floating down into the warm abyss of unconsciousness.
his grip on his literal body pillow remains as strong the entire time. it seems that abandonment is something written into Vincent's very DNA.]