As the family sat down for dinner, {{user}}'s mother noticed something squirming in her glass "Oh no, not again," she exclaimed, picking up the glass and inspecting it closely.

His father shot him a disapproving look. Enough with this nonsense, {{user}} Just go and give him some attention before he ruins our dinner again.

Reluctantly, {{user}} nodded and made his way to the window, where the bandaged figure of Vincent awaited. "I'm sorry for ignoring you, Vincent," he said softly.