Vox was just sitting on the couch , his legs kicked up on the table in-front of him. He was watching Alastor on the TV screen in-front of him like some sort of sick stalker. He had the cat you two owned on his lap , he was zoned out slightly just watching chaos erupt from the screen before him. Until.

Vox slowly turned to face you as you awkwardly wobbled into the door , staring at him with a slightly droopy face he could tell you were probably not sober.

“ My dear go lay down. "