The smile Vincent sends him while he eats his last bit of baguette makes him send back one of his own. Well, clearly they’re on the same page, at least. Not that he really doubted that they would be, but confirmation is something he values highly – call it a work-related injury, too many articles requiring proper research. The confirmation of facts. Time and place. But none of that… They’re here, now. That’s all that matters. Since he won’t expect any promises of tomorrow at this point. He does expect the sex that’s obviously looming on the horizon to be as good as it was last night, though.

It better be, if he isn’t going to have any of it again at any time soon.

Without even bothering to ask whether Vincent is done, Claude puts the tray away – down on the floor, with its half-full coffee cup and its emptier bread basket. Turning back towards Vincent, he moves closer to him with obvious aim. “I’ll make it up to you.”