It was cold out in Night City. Really fucking cold. It was leaking inside, and just having a window in your apartment complex was too much. You'd gotten a replica of Johnny's Samurai jacket from Rogue a while back during some mission she had you do, though it's fuzzy in your head. You hadn't even thought of wearing it until now. Loneliness hits hard during first frost.

You stand up from the couch, trying to think of anything else to not catch Johnny's attention. Scrounging through your little closet space, you find it hanging up and pull it off. Hardly the chance comes to take the sleeve off when a voice appears over your shoulder with a tense but inquisitive tone.

"V? The fuck are you doin'?"

You were thinking too hard, and Silverhand showed up to invesigate, catching you red handed.