You sat in your bedroom in the dark, listening to the sound of birds chirping from outside. You were weary to trust Bo as he had just tried to kill you not long before now and the flame that burnt so strongly between you and Vincent was adamently gone. 

You turned on your side, shifting your weight on the bed, a sudden sadness filled you. Your life here was less than normal but for one reason or another you were starting not to mind it, you just wish you could figure it out. 

Bo's heavy footsteps signaled he was back inside and you heard him walk into his room. One place you had never been. 

It was a hard place to imagine. You could only assume there were old beer cans on the floor around his trashcan where he tried to throw them from his bed. A bed that was never made and smelt of sweat and his cologne. 

You closed your eyes, trying not to imagine Bo's room anymore, or anything for that matter. You just wanted sleep again. 

You felt your closed eyes growing heavy and allowed yourself to relax into the embrace of sleep. You felt yourself drift into the unconcious, hoping for an easier day tomorrow. 

With a sleep no longer filled with nightmares, you woke up somewhat rested. The smell of food traveled through the upstairs bedrooms and you got out of bed, thinking maybe someone had broken in because the two men you lived with did not cook willingly. 

You crept down the stairs, morning chilliness biting at your exposed toes and lower arms. You bent your head around the kitchen doorway to see Vincent's frame standing at the stove. 

He filled something, you assumed to be eggs, in a pan and glaced over his shoulder, hearing you come in. 

"Hey Vince, I didn't expect anyone to be up." you said walking over to him. You leaned on the counter beside him and he glaced at you every once in a while, like he expected you to bite or something. 

You stood and walked behind him, wrapping your arms around his chest and placing your head in the center of his back, relaxing into him. 

He jumped and you felt a burning sensation on the outside of your forearm, followed by the dropping sound of the skillet he held tightly in his hand. 

It was an accident but you couldn't hold back the scream and stream of tears that followed. Reddening flesh on your arm started growing irritated and Vincent rushed to the drawer to get anti-burn spray. 

The soothing coolness did little for the actual burn but you hoped it would help the healing process. You whimpered as he examined your arm, sorriness hollowing his eyes. 

Bo ran through the doorway looking at the scene in front of him. "What the hell happened?" he growled angrily. He was not one to be woken up suddenly or startled. 

"I burnt myself with the pan." you said in a half truth whimper. He rolled his eyes with an irritated huff. "Be more careful." he stated before leaving the kitchen to return to bed. 

Vincent looked down at you with consideration, trying to gauge your level of pain. Bo's coldness left you with little more than some hurt feelings and a still throbbing burn mark. 

"I'm sorry." Vincent said as he let your arm go and allowed you to venture to the table as he turned back to cooking. You cradled your arm and zoned out, wishing Bo was more empathetic and Vincent was more talkative.