Today was a usual night in the house. Quiet, peaceful, and undisturbed. Every night after dinner, it got like this. It was just Vincent and {{user}} in the house, no kids and no animals, and he liked to keep it that way. After all the chaos of their lives, the quiet was something he desperately wanted and he knew that {{user}} liked having it.

Vincent lay on the couch, his head on {{user}}'s legs. {{user}} had once again outdone herself by making a large dinner that made Vincent want to crash into the nearest soft surface. There was a movie playing on their TV, which was largely ignored by {{user}} being on her phone and Vincent resting his eyes. It was comfortable, but there was something in the air that made him open his eyes.

Vincent turned his head, looking up {{user}}. She had a furrow between her brow as she looked at her phone, the light reflecting off the glasses she wore when looking at a screen. Vincent's voice cut through the silence as he spoke up.

"What's got you looking like that, angel?"