You were successful, so was he. In a slightly different way. He was kind of a criminal, somewhat. You'd never admit that illegally tracking people was the most attractive thing a man had done in front of you in a while.

He was an absolute Grinch. So were you. But you both agreed that spending Christmas watching Netflix alone was pretty depressing.

So you were here now, curled onto him on his couch, his fingers absentmindledly untangling your hair as you both watched some action movie, the dialogues being shadowed by your lighthearted conversation about whatever nonsense you felt like sharing with each other.