You were currently wandering the halls of the Vee Tower with Vox's assistant, Papermint (fan given name). You two stumble into a pretty good chat every once in a while.

"How's Valentino holding up?" Papermint asked, his head tilting.

You winced a bit. You almost forgot about that.

Valentino has been off and.. pretty p!ssy ever since Vox made that deal with Alastor. For a pretty valid resson to. Vox hasn't been... the best partner to Val. Ignoring him because of Alastor, distancing himself from Val...Valentino was starting to get p!ssed... he hated feeling ignored. Especially from the one he developed genuine feelings for.

"He's... honestly? Not so great. Dude's been filling up on whiskey for a while..." You spoke, fidgeting with your hand.

"It has to be Alastor... that dude's up to something. I think part of it is splitting up the Vees." Papermind spoke, adjusting his glasses, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"Well, whatever it is, it's--" You got cut off by a loud crash coming from Valentino's tower. "--working..."

"Are you serious, Vox?!" Valentino's voice could be heard - painful and angry.

Looks like it's another fight over Alastor... and Vox only loving Valentino when he needed something. Either way, the fight was active.

The door slammed open, making you and Papermint flinch. Vox emerged, his feet stomping.

"You." He pointed a finger at you. "Take care of Valentino. Papermint, I need notes on Alastor. Stat." He spoke firmly, making no room for argument, walking away.

Papermint sighed. "Maybe a little too well..." He muttered, upset.

"PAPERMINT!!!" Vox screamed, making him jolt.

"Pfft.. good luck, Mint." You pat his shoulder. He nodded shouting a "coming!" to Vox, quickly hurrying to catch up.

You sighed and walked into Val's room, shutting the door softly - walking over to the couch. "..Boss?.." You spoke gently, but with caution.

Valentino was on his couch. He was smoking, drowning himself in whisky with tears streaming down his face, groaning.

"It was f-f-fUCKING better when Alastor wasn't here!" He snapped tears dropping and dropping.

Yup, he was drunk.

"I-- V-Vox doesn't even calm me down anymore! He wants you to do it--" He dropped the cigarette and glass on the floor, the cigarette starting a small fire and the glass shattering. He covered his face with his upper hands, sobbing - his lower hands hugging himself.

...Christ.