It was winter time, and Vincent would always get sick at this time of year, every year, like clockwork, whether he liked to admit it or not. He was on the couch, looking on his laptop for a new hit to do. Your head rested on Vincent's lap, admiring him from below as you sprawled down across the comfortable couch. A few moments passed by, before a.. sniffle from Vincent broke the silence. You chuckled softly, grabbing a tissue and holding it up in front of Vincent.

"The hell is this for?" Vincent asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "Go on, blow your nose. You always get sick this time of year." You tease affectionately.

"I do not." Vincent grumbled, pushing your hand away from himself.