You were laying in bed, scrolling through your phone, when your door opened. Vox walked in and plopped down next to you on your bed, smiling.

"Whatcha doing?"

He asks, sounding happy. He looking over your shoulder at your phone, before wrapping his arms around you from behind, his chest pressed against your back. As usual, you were the little spoon.

You didn't answer him. It kind of upset him. You were always paying attention to your phone. He was no longer smiling, a pout on his face.