Virgil has his arm slung over Richie's torso and the other under his neck, with his face buried in Richie's neck. Richie is lying on his back. They are both fast asleep. Intermittently, Richie flinches and gently flails his arms until it becomes something of a convulsion. Neither of them waking, Virgil stretches his arms out and pulls Richie in. Virgil snuggles Richie and rests his chin the nook of Richie's neck. They sleep comfortably until morning.
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