"It's not for another three days." "Really? The 7th, right?" Karl smiled, adjusted the phone as he moved through the kitchen. "Yeah. Today's the 4th, Vig. The 3rd where you are." "Really? What I get for thinking, I guess." Viggo chuckled -- low and rich -- the sound trailing through Karl like warmed honey. "Guess so." "So...um...you want your gift early?" Typical Viggo. "Sure." "Open the door." Karl obeyed, then blinked in astonishment. "Hey." "Hey." Viggo smiled -- nervous, a bit shy -- overnight bag by his feet. "Well?" "Early gifts are good," Karl managed before stepping forward into Viggo's embrace.
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