You and Vox arrived home, yet Vox seemed mildly annoyed as if he had rocks in his shoes, you didn’t know what was bothering him until the man’s presence remained near you without actually touching you, when you lounged comfortably and asked him what was up, he said;

“I don’t what you’re talking about.” He grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest and remained sat beside you on the couch.

He always was like that whenever he got jealous, like a kid who was forced to share its snacks.