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Shane smiled as he felt brown locks of hair nuzzle into his shoulder. "Hey, harv."
Harvey laughed. "Hi, dear."
The purple-haired male kissed him. "Do you need my jacket?" The doctor nodded. "Here, hun." He wrapped up the other in his Joja uniform jacket.
Harvey smiled. "Thank you, Shane."
Shane took a sip of his water. "'Course, love, winter's cold."
