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6 - part 2 (VOID)

A/N: ur welcome.

We searched the forest for nearly three hours, and had almost given up when we heard him, singing. I ran, Isaac struggling to keep up as we came to a clearing, where the trees opened up to a wide river, surrounded by rocks and...bloody clothes? Vincent's head bobbed in the water, his eyes barely over, staring at me as the rest of his face appeared and eventually his shoulders. "Heya, love."
I spluttered, trying to speak but failing and resorting to grunts and whines. Isaac hushed me and crossed his arms, obviously unhappy. "Where the hell have you been? We've looked everywhere for you."
Vincent's cheeks flushed, a pale pink as he brought his hand up and pushed his hair out of his eyes. "Well. I needed to get some air. Noah, you saw me earlier.. I'm truly sorry I fled like that though. I hate when people care for me." His chest became visible, then his stomach, and it didn't take much longer for us to realize that he was completely naked, and I had to punch Isaac to get him to stop staring. Vincent found his boxers in the pile of clothes, and lazily tugged them on, as if he didn't want to.
I flinched as he approached me, tugging my jacket off to put around himself. He walked past me, tugging my hand along as I simply stared at him, excited and terrified at the same time. He was stronger and, if it made sense, had grown since I'd seen him. His muscles were more defined, and his voice seemed deeper, somehow. He led us to his house, which wasn't actually as far as I had thought, if you knew the forest like he did.
His house was the same as before. Trashed. The door was still open, as we'd left it. He didn't seem to notice the mess though, as we went in. He picked the couch up with a small grunt and sat down, patting the spot in front of him. I sat. I had so many questions, but I knew he wouldn't answer them. Why, I wasn't sure. I did know one thing though, and I crawled into his lap as I was still realizing it.
He was perfectly fine. The cuts, bruises, limp....all gone. I'd ask soon enough.
Isaac stared at us, a playful grin on his face. "Cute, Noah. I have work soon. Can Vincent take you home?"
I nodded, not worried about Vincent's response. If he didn't,  I'd stay til he could. "Want me to walk with you to the car, tiger?", I asked Isaac softly, almost asleep already. Searching for the asshole was exhausting, especially with Isaac complaining the entire time about how 'It wouldn't be like this in Russia.' Isaac shook his head. He'd go on his own, he said, and I need to talk to Vincent anyway.
We let him go, watching as he shut the door softly behind him. I buried my face in Vincent's chest as he rubbed my back, not saying a single word as I drifted off to sleep.