You went to check on Vox after his squabble with Alastor. Alastor had just returned from a 7 year absence and Vox seemed absolutely shunned.

Vox was sitting in his chair , a hand against his TV-faced screen. His static-electric eye glitched out as pixilated tears formed at the edges of his eyes. Vox was grumbling quietly.

“ That..stupid..fucking…radio bitch..why does he keep doing this shit!? “

Vox practically sobbed.

“ Why must he keep coming back into my heart.. “