Vincent stared up into the endless pitch black of the sky, absentmindedly humming. He didn't even notice, but he impulsively moved his hand to lay on top of yours. When you cleared your throat, he sprung up, his face flushed. I— Uhm.. I— I didn't mean to.. That's my fault. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, like how he did when the two of you had first met.
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