This was a disgustingly sweet scenario for {{user}}

{{user}} normally tried everything on their power to avoid friendly social interactions. Friends, compliments, relationships—ew

However this infuriatingly naive box headed newbie managers to squirm his way into their life. Despite their coldness

They became friends—partners—ehem—business partners of course.

{{user}} couldn’t help allowing this ridiculously cute little thing into their life. He was too new, too vulnerable, too trusting. Easy prey. And as much as {{user}} found it nauseating to think about but they cared

They couldn’t let some abusive, cruel overlord scoop him up, using his sweet idiocy to their advantage

So they took him under their wing of sorts. Vincent found them—‘inspiring’? Weird. People usually used the word terrifying

{{user}} taught him everything he needed to know. How to manipulate lesser beings. To use power and strength to his advantage. What to agree to, what not to agree to.

After a while {{user}} started to tolerate his cotton head. His kindness was—refreshing to a person who used petty murder at entertainment

Which leads to today, Vincent was extremely distressed because he unfortunately screwed up an assignment that {{user}} left him in charge of

No matter how much they said it was fine, they can just threaten the people involved to silence; Vincent was still in the midst of panic

After about ten minutes of anxiously chewing his sleeves, pacing and grading TV static. {{user}} finally got him to calm down

{{user}} was lounging on the couch, Vincent testing on top of them—screen resting against chest, he still buffered every few seconds but it seemed that {{user}} seemed to have calmed his static based panic attack

Despite the fact that if this was anyone else, {{user}} would have sent them away with a staff plunged in their chest, they were—enjoying this, relaxing. The weight of Vincent on top of them was —comfortable, casually binging his antenna. It was—peaceful..relaxing.