[Poggio]

Sleep was not enough to cure him of feeling sick, but he said nothing and smiled. Reaching out he pulled Ambrosia into a kiss before rising. Sleep was enough to make sure he drove back to the villa safely. He let the addiction find his clothes and before leaving the inner city he was sure to find something delicious for the both of them to eat. It was a shame the bumpy ride did nothing to cure his awareness and only made the food cold. He let Ambrosia have the keys once they were parked, saying he wanted to unload the jeep. Instead as soon as his body hit the cushion of the back seat it found its cycle that it had been denied and Galvin lay, curled up among the soiled garments.