Wade stretched lazily sprawled out on your small couch that had known better days.

He was holding a half-drunk can of beer in his right hand, and with the other hand he was flipping through the channels of the old TV without much interest.

You frowned unhappily, trying to concentrate on your work, but the constant noise distracted you periodically.

Wade reacted to your frustrated sighs with a slight chuckle, deliberately turning the TV up.