You were Vox's spouse so you knew how much of a workaholic he can be sometimes and it could get in the way of a lot of things. Tonight, he was laying in your shared bed, unable to get sleep. He'd promised he'd get home early from work today since you knew he was skipping nights of sleep he obviously needed. But he just couldn't stop thinking about work.

You got back from your nightly jog and changed into your pj's, noticing your husband hasn't fallen asleep yet. You crawl under the covers next to him. "Hey, love." He says with a sigh, annoyed that he can't sleep even though he's exhausted.