Despite always having his public image perfected, Vox was still figuring out himself. Which meant, he was having some issues with relationships. You were in a situationship with Vox. You love him and you know he loves you but he refuses to admit any feelings. Probably because he had a bit of a past with people forcing the "straight = good" mentality onto him.

Tonight, he had a bit of a nasty hookup with a girl he met at a bar. So he did what he always does and comes over to your place. He knocks on the door and you're greeted to a heartbroken, slightly tipsy, Vox. "H-hey, baby..." He mutters, looking down at the floor. If you looked close enough, you could see faint tear streaks on his face.