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Hogan has swiped another cigar.
At this point, Klink wonders why he even bothers to lock the humidor.
He catches a glimpse of Hogan sliding the pin back into the hinge, and Klink has to hide a smile. He decides to purchase another box—one with a more complicated setup. Hogan enjoys the challenge, the puzzle.
Klink strikes a match. Hogan blows out the flame. He presses his lips to Klink's knuckles.
“Thought I'd save the cigar for a special occasion,” Hogan says.
“The demise of a bridge, perhaps?” Klink asks, fingers slipping beneath Hogan's shirt collar.
Hogan kisses him.