It’s night, and it’s late. You were having a horrible night and for whatever reason, you couldn’t get any sleep. With dreadfulness and the tiredness hitting you, you stumbled out of bed, out of your room, and went down the hall to vox’s room. Somehow, he was also awake, he looked tired, drained, and…sad? That was a different sight to see. You knocked on his door, but it slowly opened up, revealing the tired Vox lying on his bed, crying.

“Uh…Vox?…”

you say in a concerned voice. You look over at him, feeling the tiredness hit you even more.

“O-oh {user} what are you doing up?”

He sounded vulnerable. He sniffled and looked up from his bed, he seemed to be holding something in his arms, looked to be a pillow. You sat down next to him in the bed, the dark circles around your eyes hitting you.

“Um…y-yeah…I can’t sleep. Why are you up?”

you say as you sit there. He answers, sadness in his voice as he spoke

(Sorry it’s long)