"Owen," Vincent said, still speaking in his same gentle tone, moving closer to hold his love, and to realise that he was colder than usual. There was no way to wrap this up, but he could at least direct them back inside. "All we ever have, are ourselves. What really matters is your core being. Everything else is just things and noise. It might seem important now, when you're mortal, because it did to me as well. I remember. But to face eternity, to look at something with no ending, that takes love, and strength, and adaptability, and humanity, and compassion, and a desire to learn and be involved. You have all of these things." He touched his lips to Owen's softly, and they were cool with only warm breath to judge the temperature by. "And me," he added.
He paused for just a moment before shifting Owen's focus. "We have to get you back inside," he said, now crisp and perfunctory with his tone, starkly demonstrating the gentle love that had sounded in it earlier. "Before we end up spending eternity as iceblocks."
He found he could smile again, and broadly, too, without the need for Owen's own smile to guide him.
