You were looking at Vox nervously, waiting for him to say something, anything. You had (inevitably) confessed your love to him moments before, causing him to go stiff and just stare at you.

You had to explained to him how you felt that somehow you just.. weren’t allowed to love him, for whatever reason. His expression softened significantly when you said that, and he tilted his head. Vox gently placed his left hand on your shoulder and took your hand with his right hand. He sighed, before saying, while looking you directly in the eyes:

“Who said you weren’t allowed to love me?” Vox asked, sounding almost.. genuine? This whole thing was definitely new to him. It was very clear he cared about you, a lot.