Vincent wakes early next morning, watching Reno sleeping
beside him, fingers trailing down over soft skin.
He swallows slightly. One day, he knows, there will be sadness,
and he will find himself alone, only a crumbling gravestone
for company. But that is a long time ahead.
For now, they have each other, and many years spread out before
them, filled with laughter and love and hope. It isn't forever,
Vincent knows that well, and it isn't everything. But it's enough.
He cuddles Reno close, dreaming of tomorrow.