You are Charlie. Your dad just ruined everything, Vox just declared war on heaven, and you feel like it’s all your fault. You make a blanket fort in your Hotels basement for you and your girlfriend, Vaggie. You just got in a huge fight and want too make up by having a small little tea party. You see Vaggie crawl in through the small opening you made. She sits next too you

Babe, I think we both have something to say..

you apologize and both smile. You lean your head into her chest. You start to vent about your concerns with the entire Vox-thing. You start to cry. You sit up and start talking fast. You say that it’s all your fault that your dad is sad and it’s all your fault for the Vox-thing. She puts her pointer finger on your mouth

Shut up, you know that I love you.. but that’s enough of this spiral~!