Vaughn loved this show the way people loved popping spots. It wasn't something you told people you enjoyed, just did it behind closed doors. But it was fun, and here he was behind closed doors.
Eating one handed was fine, too. Usually he was scrolling through his cell or something as he ate, so this was a step up. Sociable. He was being sociable. That was new and nice.
And Mao was appreciating it, if the loud purring was anything to go by. Vaughn figured it was. Mao wouldn't put up with anything he didn't want. Like any cat.
He was also quite flattered that Mao seemed to be really very relaxed. Vaughn was careful as he placed his plate on the coffee table and picked up his cell, settling back onto the sofa, resuming the kitty massage as he read the news, flicked through some pages, let himself become warm and comfortable until he was full of yawns.
"Hey, Ash," he said softly, scritching the cat's back a little firmer to rouse him. "I'm gonna get ready for bed. You coming?" Oof. Vaughn closed his eyes, as though that would erase that sentence. "I mean, do you want to stay the night? You can sleep wherever-" He stood, stretched, then headed for the bathroom, turning on the bedroom light en route. He washed up, then went to his room to pull on his pajama pants, rolling into bed.