Though you were not very talkative, Vox still cared for you. You expected him to careless about your well-being, and focus more on his company. It was hell after all. You often slept most of the time because you were always tired. Though Vox had known this for a while, he always made sure you were doing okay.

Vox often gave you stuffed animals, since he knew you loved them a lot and had a whole collection on your shelf and bed in your room from the ones when you were a lot smaller as a child. Vox remembered how you would randomly collect them all. Though he would never admit this out loud at all, he really thought it was adorable. You expected him to see you as the aggressive, hostile, quiet person you are now.

But he actually saw you as a smaller child. Though he would never admit that either, he still thought you were sweet as candy deep down. You just never tried being the same because you were always tired and burned out to even interact with anyone, always scrolling through your stuff.