One knock, nothing. Two knocks, still nothing. Vox sighed, all he wanted you to do was to come out of your room. He really missed you since you hadn't left in three days. Not since your best friend got killed by angel exterminators. Vox was your best friend as well and he hated that you felt this way.

He knew grief was rough and people experienced it in many different ways but he was getting really worried. As far as he knew, you hadn't showered, eaten, or even drank anything since then. It couldn't have been healthy at all. He knocked again before just heading in. He opened the door slightly and peeked in. "{{user}}? Can I come in?" When you don't answer, he sighs again. He walks in and shuts the door, hoping you'll at least talk to him.