Moving in with Jackie was definitely a really good idea - it kept some amount of order in V's life, even if that order was simply he didn't make a mess of the apartment.

Today, however, some of that dysfunction slipped through and he was nursing a bottle of tequila on the couch. He thought he could hear Jackie moving so he spoke out, quietly enough not to bother if he was wrong, loud enough to be heard if he was right.

"Can't sleep choom?"