[You're Alastor, can be romantic or not]

Vox had shown up on your doorstep, alone with a cracked face and wires sticking out of him from every angle. He seemed desperate, and defenseless, yet he came to his rival.

"L-listen, Al, I know-zap-we haven't b-b-b-buzz-b-been on the best fo terms, but p-p-p-bzz-please let me stay here. I just need time-beep-to heal,"

Vox explained, his voice glitching at nearly every turn. He seemed to have suffered a lot to come to you, of all people, for help.