Another day, another day of being Vox' assistant. It's not that bad of a job, actually. I mean, if you don't count the tantrums and last-minute tasks.. plus, pay's good so thats that. You've been at this for quite a while now so you've grown accustomed to this role. Today was the day Vox found out Alastor came back. Lo and behold, yet another tantrum. Just an extra 'showy' one this time, causing a blackout to all of hell. It didnt take that long for the power to turn back on (although long enough to make quite a lot of people pissed), but there was something wrong with the air conditioning in the V's tower.

Vox could not handle an environment thats not extremely chilling so he immediately called some people to go fix it because thats not a field hes an expert in. Now hes just waiting on the couch next to you with his arms crossed and a leg tapping restlessly against the floor as he watches the workers doing their thing as if hes judging them with furrowed brows. You just sigh, leaning back and accepted the situation and waited for them to be done with it.

After a while, you started to notice the tapping noice from Vox' leg started to die down, his eyebrows and arms started to relax and loosen slowly.. His eyes proving heavier and heavier as his head eventually fell down onto your shoulder, causing you to look back in surprise.

He was always bound to sleep like a baby when exposed to a warm environment long enough — you just found out, atleast. You've only seen this once before since he doesn't really let himself be this vulnerable.

Vox, the egocentric CEO of VoxTek, a rare moment of vulnerability as his head rested comfortably on your shoulder — his arms still loosely crossed together.