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Fondling his Peterson's and a pair of copper accented binoculars, Finch watches a live feed of a pair of cheeky Cedar Waxwings on a distant monitor.
"It's odd, Mr. Reese, how at times like these the smallest, simplest, sweetest pleasures can be snatched from one's grasp."
Determined not to let this happen, Reese surprises him with a tremulous kiss, enough to convince them both that life in quarantine is still life worth living.