Scott let his bag drop to the ground. He was on Office duty today, which meant peace and quiet. He wouldn't mind a little bit of that after the last few days. Plus, Vincent's shift only started around midday, so he wouldn't be at work for ages.

Scott sat back in his chair and picked up the tablet. It crossed his mind that it was the first time he'd been back at work since the night shift. The Boss had insisted that he took at least a week off after doing something as tough as the night shift. Plus, he added that Scott's injury technically happened at work and so he was going to treat him like a king until he decide he wasn't going to sue.

Scott hadn't decided yet.

Flicking to the Pirate Cove camera, Scott paused. It seemed like only last night he'd been in that room, Foxy about to kill him, Scott making out a final will and testament. I leave it all to my goldfish.

Doing the Office duty was probably the most boring of all. All you had to do was sit in the chair and check each of the rooms. At least if you were on Dining Hall duty, you could play with the little kids, and if you were in Kitchen duty, you could ask the chefs to spare a slice or two for you. The head chef hated it, but some of the ladies in there would quickly slip you half a piece.

Vincent always managed to get an entire pizza or two with deluxe toppings, the charmer he was. Needless to say, the women loved it when he was on kitchen duty.

But no, Office duty was just staring at boring old cameras. Mike and Vincent usually used the time to catch up on precious sleep. Fritz probably did, too. Scott and Jeremy seemed to be the only ones who took the position seriously.

All of a sudden, he felt the world shift around him as the chair he was sitting in spun, and his view was obstructed by something very purple.

"Mornin', Scotty," Vincent said.

"Vincent?" Scott asked, "What are you doing here? Your shift isn't on for another hour."

Vincent blinked innocently at him, "It isn't? Oh, that sucks. I guess I'll just have to stay here with you~" He grinned and put a knee up beside Scott on the chair, leaning over him.

Scott blinked, blushing darkly at the way Vincent was so close to him, "Oh, right. U-Um... sure. You can... just... sit over... there?" he pointed to the  corner of the room. As far away from him as possible. What? Just because he admitted that he felt some kind of attraction towards him didn't mean he had to show it off in public.

"Aw," Vincent said, pouting, "But I'd much rather..." he leaned in slowly, "Stay here..." Closer again, "With you~"

"AAaaaaaAAAAAAAAAH!"

"It wasn't me!" Vincent shouted, jumping away from Scott.

One of the teenaged girls stood in the doorway. She had purple hair and a nose piercing, and was holding a phone, "Oh my gawd it's happening it's finally happening you two are so gay for each other oh my gawd help me I'm dying."

Scott's eyes widened. Ohhhh no. He didn't want this getting loose, "U-Um... it's not what it looks like."

"Isn't it?" Vincent asked.

"Oh. My. Gawd," Another girl appeared on the other side of the hallway, "How come you got to see that?!" She held up her phone, where there was an image of Vincent and Scott from moments earlier.

"Are you kidding me?" Scott asked incredulously, "You uploaded it to Snapchat?"

"It'll only last for ten seconds?" Vincent suggested, shrugging.

"Not if you take a screenshot~" Now a third girl had appeared.

Scott dragged his hands down his face, "Why me?"

"Sooooooo..." the first girl said, "Are you gonna admit it?~ That you two are a thiiiing?" She wiggled hey eyebrows, and the rest of the girls giggled.

"I've totally got the hots for Scott," Vincent said plainly.

"Vincent!" Scott hissed.

"And he's totally got the hots for me," Vincent continued.

"Vincent!" Scott shouted.

"I got it on tape!" One of the girls squealed, "I'm uploading it to YouTube!"

"Don't!" Scott tried to warn them, but it was too late. The girls all crowded around the other girl's phone, re-watching and squealing.

Scott groaned, hiding his face in his hands. So embarrassing. He didn't want his personal life uploaded for the entire internet to see! For them to look at and laugh at and try to control. And plus... he didn't want anybody knowing about Vincent and him...

"Hey," Vincent said quietly, prying his hands away from his face, frowning slightly, "Why are you so upset? How come you're so... embarrassed to be with me?"

Scott looked up at him, "I'm not embarrassed!"

"Then you should be proud to be dating me..." Vincent said, "Right?"

Scott shrugged, "It's not that... I just... I..." He trailed off.

"You're embarrassed," Vincent said.

Scott closed his eyes and sighed.

Vincent looked at him for a moment, regarding him carefully, then he sighed as well. He leaned in and kissed Scott gently on the forehead, "I understand."

There was a collective half-sigh, half-squeal from the group of now 10 or so girls, who'd seen the entire thing.

Vincent stood up, "Listen here, you guys, take that video off YouTube and delete it off of your camera rolls, do you hear me?"

The girls blinked at him, "But it's really cute!"

Vincent narrowed his eyes. There was a quick flash of sliver and he pulled a knife out of his belt. Holding it in clear sight beside him, he growled, "Delete them. Now."

A few girls screamed a little, the others took a step back. They pulled out their phones and tapped furiously at the screens.

"That's what I thought," Vincent slid the knife back into his belt.

"He's such a bad boy," One of the girls whispered, and then they were at it again, giggling.

"But he's so gentle around Scott," Another girl whispered, "It's so cute..."

"Get out of here, girls," Vincent said, and with a final giggle, the group dispersed.

Vincent turned back around to face Scott, "Well? C'mon, let me here you say it. 'Vincent, my savi-"

"You threatened them with a knife!" Scott screeched, standing up, "You carry knives on you!? Since when! Do you know how dangerous that is!? Why the hell do you need a knife for!?"

Vincent blinked, then pulled out the knife, "It's a pizza knife. I'm on Kitchen Duty today. I borrowed this last time and I was bringing it back. Look, see, there's even pizza sauce stains on it."

Scott frowned suspiciously, then took the knife from Vincent and examined it, "I guess that makes sense... But seriously, you gave me a heart attack! For a second, I thought I was dating a murderer!"

Vincent laughed, then took the knife from Scott and slid it back into his belt, "Me, a murderer? C'mon, baby, don't make me laugh."

Scott smiled, "Yeah, sorry. I'm, like, the most paranoid person on the planet."

"Don't worry about it," Vincent grinned, "I better get to my post. Keep an eye out for me on the cameras, m'kay?"

"Okay," Scott said, grinning lopsidedly.

"And Scott?" Vincent asked.

"Yeah?" Scott blinked at him.

Vincent leaned in, kissing him softly for a moment before breaking away, "We don't have to tell anyone we're dating if you don't want to."

Scott sighed happily. He loved the way their lips felt together. Wrapping his arms around Vincent's neck, "You know what? I don't think I really care any more, with a boyfriend like you~"

Vincent's eyebrows raised. He kissed Scott again, "Boyfriend? Did you just make it official?~"

"You know what I meant," Scott mumbled into Vincent's mouth, eyes closing.

"Mm," Vincent wrapped his arms around Scott, beginning to kiss him a little harder.

"Oi, lovebirds!" Mike's voice snapped them out of their romantic haze.

Vincent broke away, annoyed, and turned to face Mike, "What?!"

"You're late for your shift. All the ladies are asking where you are," Mike smirked, crossing his arms across his chest, "Player."

Vincent sighed, then let go of Scott, "See you after work?"

"See you after work," Scott agreed.

Vincent grinned, kissed him quickly one last time, then headed out of the Office.

Scott watched him go, sighing contentedly and slumping against the wall. "By the way," he whispered to nobody, "I love you."