“I do not have to go to the greenhouse today; I’m staying indoors,” Virgil yawned once more as he resettled into the bed. Honestly, if you were a brute… rough, coarse and callous, I couldn’t have been a friend to someone like that, let alone love,” Virgil spoke calmly, but his tone was a serious one. By D.R. Yawning, he stretched; he did not wish to discuss rescues, work or even fine inventions- no, they were on leave and Virgil still felt a need for a good, long rest. He decided not to say a word; instead, he put his arm protectively around John’s waist. In silence, John got back into the bed and returned to his former place, back into Virgil’s arms, which enclosed him in their loving, protective embrace once more. We are a part of each other- we share the same flesh and blood, home; so many of our own memories are the same,” he turned John over to lie in his arms, kissing his tears away.
