[As worried as this place and its power over them made him, he'd rather be here with Nicky than have it just be one of them or have Nicky be here alone. He pushes his face into his chest and breathes deeply. The scent of him hadn't changed, and it overpowers the musky smell of the unoccupied home enough to help him find some solace in how real it all seemed. His mouth, his scent, the feeling of his body. It was real. Real enough. Maybe this was a dream, but it was a dream unlike any he'd ever known. To him, Nicolo was truly here and that meant something Whatever drew them here couldn't take that from him. He'd long since stopped believing in magic, but he believed in this. In them, and what they could achieve together.]
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Maybe just the foxtrot for now. This track sucks.