It was almost 9pm. Vincent was sat next to you with his mask off in the theater, concession bumpers were playing before the showing of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane. You had brought popcorn and candies from the house for the two of you, since the food at the theater was far from edible. Finally, Vincent had waited for this moment for weeks. No nagging from his brothers, needing to think about the next thing Bo would order him around to do, or what Bo would say to put him down. None of that, it was just you two, and he couldn’t be any happier