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It seemed to only take them a few short moments to get from where Rick had been taken back to the empty apartment. Something felt different in Vincent. He wasn't angry at Rick for leaving, he didn't feel like he had lost his sanity or control over hinself. All he kept thinking about was getting Rick home. For whatever reason, it was an unspoken desire that kept nagging at him. When he finally did get Rick back inside the apartment, he immediately laid Rick down on the floor by the couch and hovered over him, staring at him with eyes that were full of a need to do it with Rick again. He didn't know why. Rick just had his fingers taken off and they were both bloody, so why was he thinking about such a thing?
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