You and Vincent were seated in your living room. The pair of you sat on the couch, your eyes trained on the TV. Vincent had practically buried his face in today's newspaper, but he was listening in every so often. Right now, you were watching a textbook romance movie, and the hitman was slightly irritated at how cliché everything was. Vincent picked up the remote, his eyes not leaving the page as he flicked to the next program.

"Hey!" You protested, giving the man a glare. "The fuck was that for?" "Too boring." Vincent answered simply. You grumbled, leaning back into the couch and crossing your arms over your chest. Now, a crime show was on, and it was actually pretty interesting. An escaped convict was holding the warden of the prison hostage, but- another channel change.

"Come on, Vincent! Do you have to do this every time? Give me that." You complained, reaching for the remote. He kept it out of your reach, leaning away from you.