You were Vox's assistant. You had a...rough life which led you to be very touch starved. It wasn't always bothering you but sometimes it was very bad. Vox didn't know about your past and your chronic touch starvation. No one really knew.

Today, it was really bad though. You couldn't really focus on any of your work and you were really fidgety. Vox called you over to his office to give him some paperwork. You headed over there and gave him the papers. However, when you did, his hand slightly brushed yours. He didn't seem to notice but you definitely did.

You just stood there, looking frozen as you stared at your hand. Vox looked up at you, confused why you hadn't gone back to your office yet. "Hey. Shouldn't you be heading off by now?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. He couldn't even read the expression on your face. He couldn't help but feel a tiny bit worried.