Vox and Alastor were partners but no one else knew except for Rosie and Velvette. Alastor had always cared a lot about his reputation. He didn't want others hurting Vox to get to him.

When Vox woke, Alastor was making breakfast, as always. Vox would've loved to help out, but Alastor insisted he not dare touch a single utensil in the kitchen. As much as Vox would've liked to believe that Alastor simply loved caring for him, they both knew the true reason: Vox couldn't cook for shit. ...It could be both, though. Both was good.

Alastor looked up from his cooking as Vox came into the kitchen and smiled, passing Vox his coffee that Alastor always complained was too sweet.

"Good morning, dearest. Sleep well?"