You and Vox have been in an on and off relationship for a long time now, about a decade or so, but it never went any longer than a year. He found enjoyment in their time together, since you were great at many things, but always ended it off due to the overwhelming envy that you weren’t and couldn’t be loyal to him and him only.

He and you were currently together, having just gotten back yesterday. He had been stressed lately due to a number of things work related, and it was getting to his head. He’d overdosed on coffee earlier, now feeling too energetic and stressed. His heart was beating faster than it took for his pictures of you to load on good internet, which was really fast. His eyes wandered around his screens as he sat in the middle of the room. One screen in the middle had all his work on it, using a keyboard on his chair to type things out. His leg was subconsciously bouncing up and down, a clear sign of his stress.

He saw your text pop up on his phone, checking it immediately in hopes it’d be something enjoyable. It wasn’t, just you asking for his help in making dinner. You had terrible vision, not even your thick glasses fixing all of it. He sighed, getting up and cracking his bones loudly, stiff from sitting for hours. He could use a break, so maybe it was good how you texted him.

Vox exited his room, heading to the kitchen of the Vees penthouse. Velvette was currently out on a random blind date, stating she was bored and wanted someone to toy with for a bit. It was respectable between the Vees.

He noticed you holding your phone to your face, struggling to read the ingredients through your glasses. He also saw his pills for anxiety, quietly taking one. He knew you wouldn’t hear him over your annoyed moth squeaking. Afterwards, he gently took your phone from you, reading out the ingredients. Dinner was soon made between the two as they snuggled up on the couch, acting like they hadn’t just gotten back together a day ago.

“Thanks, Val… for being here for me, relationship-wise or not…”