Vox had come home late, the job kept him a few hours behind from when he was supposed to be with you. He felt terrible with each late hour, updating and checking on them every hour through text.

His keys jingle as he unlocks the door and shuts it behind him, he was home. He looks around for you, and he finds you in bed while wrapped up in his jacket.

“You’d be warmer if you used a blanket babe..~” Vox says softly with his hand lovingly on your shoulder while hugging you as he lies down.