They weren't anywhere near where they should have been, that much was blatantly obvious, though Train couldn't help but complain. First of all, the car had broken down. Secondly, there were no houses for miles. Thirdly, it was cold. And lastly, probably the worst thing of all, there was no milk! He huffed and glared over at the older sweeper who was currently trying to fix the car. Eve had fallen asleep earlier and unlike her two male companions, she was in the slightly warmer car. Still glaring, the ex-assassin slid down the car moodily and crossed his arms. "Sven," he called to his partner "I'm hungry!" Sven looked up from his work on the car and sighed, annoyed at his cat-like partner." Train, I've already told you that the only food you'll find here was crushed into the backseat ages ago. So I suggest that you shut up." He said grouchily. Train continued to glare at him for a few more seconds, before he decided to turn his nose up at Sven like a cat.
It was around half an hour later when Train stopped snubbing Sven, instead opting to glare at him. Once again sighing, Sven stopped his work and plopped down next to the brunette. Train unconsciously moved closer to the green-haired man, a light blush tainting his cheeks. The older man raised an eyebrow at him, but still shifted his arm around his partner's shoulders, and gazed down at him. Train's hands tightened their hold on the other man's coat as his blush deepened, "I-it's cold…" he mumbled quietly, not quite like himself. Sven found himself curious by the younger's sudden shyness, he had never seen Train act like this before. But then again, he couldn't see why he had pulled an ex-assassin closer to himself. Looking down, Sven found that their faces were so close that their noses almost touched. It was like they were being teased at how small the gap seemed, yet how long it really was. Their eyes met as the same thoughts seemed to register in both minds and Train tried to think of another excuse to get closer to the sweeper. But an excuse didn't seem to matter to Sven as him hand came up to the milk-lover's cheek, his thumb gliding across it lazily. All of the thoughts in Train's professional mind turned to mush as the older man lifted his face up, and closed the ever-teasing gap with his lips. Train thought that he could see a flash of red light from within the car, but passed it off as his imagination as his hand found their way into Sven's hair, knocking off his hat. No-one would suspect until that morning that it was the new camera that Sven had bought for Eve earlier in the week, but at least Rinslet would be impressed with her newly obtained yaoi footage!