Flinging the door open to your and Vox's room, you walk in and plop down on the bed, stretching your legs. The pain in your legs was horrid as you tried to focus on something but the pain. The door creaked open again and Vox peeked in. "You're finally home?" You turned away from him, not wanting to interact with him right now. "Long day..." he mumbled. "Let me help." he made his way toward you, sitting at the foot of the bed, taking off your heels and sliding your fishnets off, gently massaging your feet and your calves, the muscles not as tense.