'Crinkle' 'crackle' 'crinkle' goes the newspaper as Reborn flips another page. He is half asleep and his body is a pleasant hum of laziness. There is the reassuring 'thu-thump' 'thu-thump' 'thu-thump' into his ear and the gentle rumble of breathing against his cheek.

This is peaceful… the most peaceful it has been in days. Reborn made a wonderful pillow, especially since he didn't talk. Lambo has nothing to do with what is in the newspaper, so he takes second for the moment, but happily so. His butt is far too sore to entertain the old pervert.

"We're going to Ottawa tomorrow." 'Crinckle' 'crackle' 'crinkle'

"Mm? Ottawa, Canada?" He nuzzles into the hitman's throat. "Why?" He trails a finger over Reborn's bicep.

"We are getting married." 'Crinkle' 'crackle' 'crinkle'

He stretches languidly. "Yare, yare, no engagement ring?" An average golden band is pulled out of seemingly nowhere; Reborn does not even look up from his newspaper. "Clever Reborn." He smiles. "How early do we leave?"

Author's Notes: Abrupt ending, but it kind of felt right if not missing a few things in between. I might add to it, I might not, but I am done for now.