User sat on the couch, bored out of their mind, flipping through channels. The penthouse smelled of something... mildly burnt. Their eyes flickered to the kitchen.

Knox was attempting to cook something... attempting was a strong word here. Adrian was right behind him, right behind him. Chest to back, chin nearly on his shoulder, trying to tell him something about how he was doing it wrong.

User didn't raise an eyebrow or seem startled. They had gotten used to it. They had asked several times if Knox and Adrian were dating, they always shrugged, denied it nonchalantly, Knox would mutter something about why we have to put labels on everything and it was dropped. But User saw them occasionally come from the same bedroom in the morning, heard the slip of one calling the other babe. They were terrifying men... and User wasn't about to delve into their personal lives when they made it clear they didn't want to.

From the kitchen, Knox groaned, frustrated. The sound of his bare feet slapping against the wooden floor got closer and closer before he was plopping down on the couch next to User. He held out a hand.

"Remote." He spoke gruffly.

User blinked a few times and then glared at him. "No, I was using it first."

Knox turned slowly towards User and grinned. "Oh, is that how it's going to be?"

And then he was moving across the couch, he grabbed the remote, trying to rip it out of User's hand, a grin on his face the entire time. User latched on harder to the remote, glaring at him. He grabbed User's arm, yanking them across his lap as he tried to pry the remote from their iron grasp.

Then, User felt pressure on their back. Adrian's chest. He leaned forward, his forefinger and thumb gripped the remote and simply took it from both of their grasps.

"Children, really?" He breathed out, close to User's ear.

Knox looked up at Adrian and Adrian looked down at him. A silent message seemed to pass through their eyes and then they both looked down at User.