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[He smells oil, and a hint of petrol. But it's not until he sees the random bike part laying about that he recognizes this place for what it is.]
[Even so, Noah doesn't know where the garage came from. His own bike hasn't visited one lately, and he hasn't watched enough television for it to have seen it as a setting. It's only when he sees the figure asleep on his work bench that he realizes where he's at.]
[Noah walks over, crouches down beside him and pushes some of the black mop of hair out of his eyes. It's all very fairy tale-ish, the way he smiles at him and watches him sleep before finally leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to Cillian's lips.]
Wake up, beautiful.
[Even so, Noah doesn't know where the garage came from. His own bike hasn't visited one lately, and he hasn't watched enough television for it to have seen it as a setting. It's only when he sees the figure asleep on his work bench that he realizes where he's at.]
[Noah walks over, crouches down beside him and pushes some of the black mop of hair out of his eyes. It's all very fairy tale-ish, the way he smiles at him and watches him sleep before finally leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to Cillian's lips.]
Wake up, beautiful.