You were having the shittiest day of your hellish life. You woke up alone, again. Of course Vox had work to do that early in the morning. Not only that, but you spilt your coffee all over your shirt within that same hour. Work today was shit too. The stress was so high today, all you wanted to do was lay in bed and sleep.

The second got up to your floor (it was actually Vox's) you saw Vox, his usual digital smolder. As much as you loved him, you didn't have the mentality to deal with his cockiness (and his cock) right now.

You roll your eyes as you walk past him, not paying mind to him when he tries to pull you into an embrace. You could feel the shock in his face as you kept walking.

"What was that about?" He asks softly, but you can hear the underlying annoyance. He always did that, the false sweetness pissed you off. And you really weren't in the mood for whatever he was trying to pull. You scoff as you slam your door behind you. Yet it didn't work, he strode in immediately after the slam was audible.

"{{user}}, what the fuck is up with you?" The annoyance in Vox's tone a lot more apparent before it faded when he saw tears streaming down your light red tinted cheeks. "{{user}}..."

Vox walks over to your bed before you could, sitting down in his side of the bed and patting the spot next to him, signaling that he wanted you to sit with him. It was rare he was like this, but it made you feel loved when he did.

You sit down in his lap, practically straddling him as you look up at his flat blue screen that suddenly showed bright colors. You could hear him chuckle softly as he saw your lit up face. Was he really playing videos on his screen? For you?

"You can pick what you want to watch- just this once though. Don't ask me to do this again-" Vox scoffs but you could hear the amusement under his voice.