Vincent sighed, walking into work, dumping his bag and going straight to his post. He didn't want to wait around for Mike and Scott today. Over the past week, their affectionate display had only got worse and worse, and Vincent had been trying his best to ignore it. He'd been avoiding Scott for the past four or five days - ever since the 'incident' in the break room. He didn't want Scott to mock him, or worse, for Vincent to remember exactly how it had felt in those few precious moments where Scott had been fine with the contact.

He mentally slapped himself, frowning. Look at you, acting like some teenager with a crush. Get over him, already!

He tried to steer his thoughts away from his co-worker, instead concentrating on his job.

He heard the door open, and Scott walked in, placing his bag down next to Vincent's and looking around.

Vincent huffed, looking over at some kids who were flinging cheese pizza across the room, screaming and giggling. Why did Freddy Fazbear's attract all the brats?

Slumping against the wall, he watched the kids and made sure they behaved. Mike was on camera duty today. Vincent could imagine him now, feet kicked up on the desk, lying back in his chair, asleep. Relief came with the midday bell, letting him know that it was break time. Fritz came in to take over his shift, and Vincent started towards the break room. Opening the door and walking in, Vincent froze when he saw Scott sitting in the room, eating his lunch.

"Oh, hey Vin," Scott said, looking up from his sandwich.

"Uhh, hi," Vincent said, looking around, "Is, um, anyone else here? Or..."

"No," Scott said. "Looks like it's just you and me for break again."

"Oh," Vincent walked into the kitchenette and opened the fridge, pulling out a bowl of fried rice, "Honestly, who brought fried rice to work?"

Scott chuckled, but said nothing, "I don't know. I like fried rice."

"Hey, don't get me wrong," Vincent said, putting the bowl into the microwave, "Fried rice is awesome. Just... not exactly what you'd usually see in the work fridge."

Scott shrugged and went back to eating his sandwich while Vincent waited for the microwave to finish. Pulling the warm bowl out the machine, Vincent grabbed a fork and walked over to the table in the room, sitting down in the cheap metal chair next to Scott, "So... heard any good music, recently?"

Scott blinked, "Actually, no... Since Mike and I started going out, I haven't really had a lot of time to myself."

Vincent clutched the fork a little tighter, making a disgruntled sound in the back of his throat, "Lucky bastard."

"Sorry?" Scott asked, eyebrows raising.

"Nothing," Vincent grinned and leaned back in his chair. But suddenly, something caught his eye and he froze, "Oh. My. Gawd."

"What?" Scott asked innocently, tilting his head curiously and brows knitting together.

Vincent leaned forward and grabbed Scott's collar, feeling him stiffen. He pulled the shirt away from his neck, "Where'd you get that?!"

"Get what?" Scott put a hand to his neck, "Oh, you mean the bruise?"

"Correction, the hickey," Vincent looked at him. He knew he shouldn't have a problem with it. Mike and Scott were going together. It was bound to happen sometime. But still... "Where'd you get it?"

"O-Oh," Scott flushed slightly. "Mike was... teaching me a lesson."

Vincent's eyes widened, "A what?" His imagination instantly ran away with him, exploring all kind of extremely sexual scenarios. "What lesson?!"

"I-It's... not important..." Scott suddenly looked very nervous about something. He pushed Vincent's arm away from his neck gently.

Vincent frowned, concerned. Scott seemed really troubled. Vincent's mind wandered down different paths now. Surely Mike hadn't abused him in any way...? "Scott... You need to tell me. What happened?"

"It-I-None of your business!" Scott stood up, suddenly defensive.

"Scott..." Vincent stood up as well, advancing on him, "What lesson did Mike teach you?"

Scott backed away from him as he advanced, ending up with his back to the wall, "I-I can't tell you," he breathed, his eyes wide and scared.

Vincent's eyes widened, he walked close up to Scott, putting a hand either side of him, "Scott... Did Mike do something to you?"

"W-What? No. I told you. He just taught me a lesson..." Scott averted Vincent's gaze, breathing shakily.

"What kind of lesson!?" Vincent asked urgently, getting frustrated. He grabbed Scott's shoulders, "Look at me. What lesson did Mike teach you?!"

Scott virtually trembled, he reluctantly met Vincent's eyes, "He... He taught me t-that..." Scott's nose sprinkled with a dark pink that spread across his cheeks as he took a deep breath, "I'm not over you."

Vincent froze in place, like a statue, as the words sunk in. "Not... over me?"

Scott dropped his gaze, looking at his feet instead.

Vincent let go of Scott, taking a few shaky steps back. His heart was pounding in his ears, a wonderful feeling overcoming him. He had a chance. But something else battled with him, too. Nervousness, anticipation. Fear?

"I gotta go talk to Mike..." Vincent said, then turned and left the room.