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"This isn't real," Fayt said as he looked up to the falling snow. "The snow, the cold, all of these are only data. No, maybe there was never even any cold and it's only our brain that was programmed to conceive that it should be cold," he frowned as he saw a snowflake melt on his palm.
"Does it matter?" Cliff asked. He put his hand over Fayt's. "Where this warmth comes from?" he hugged Fayt from behind. "Will this not mean anything, because it's only data?"
"And this?" Cliff peppered kisses on his face. "How about this?" he blew raspberry on the sensitive spot below Fayt's ear and Fayt couldn't hold it anymore and burst out laughing.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Fayt tried to wriggle out of Cliff's hug but his attempt was futile. In the end, he relaxed and leaned on Cliff.
"It would mean something if we give meaning to it." Cliff said seriously, and Fayt felt like he didn't only try to convince Fayt, but himself too.
"Then give meaning to this," Fayt turned and kissed Cliff. They embraced deeper, while snow kept falling around them.