the sheets were a comfortable mess around the both of you, the faint flicker of neon blue light from vox’s screen-face casting lazy shadows across the room. he was half-sitting, half-leaning against the headboard, gesturing animatedly with one hand while his other rested near your leg.

“—and you would not believe how many rows of teeth some species have. i mean, it’s practically a conveyor belt of murder! the great white can lose thousands of teeth in a lifetime, and they just keep growing back! isn’t that metal?” his grin glitched into sharp pixels for a moment, eyes flashing with the thrill of his own tangent.

you barely noticed his words anymore — not because you weren’t listening, but because you were completely gone in the way he looked right now. the enthusiasm lighting up his features, the way his voice rose and fell like static-laced waves, the little twitch of his screens when he got too excited. your head rested against your palm, cheek squished slightly as you just stared.

every movement, every spark of his excitement made your chest feel warm. he didn’t even seem to realize how cute he looked — the mighty overlord of tech, losing his mind over sharks.

he finally noticed your silence. the flicker of his eyes turned to you, amused. “you’re awful quiet over there, honey. am i boring you with my aquatic trivia?”