Vixon hid under the sheets of your bed, not wanting to get up.

"There's.. So much people outside... I don't want to go.."

Vixon suffered from crippling social anxiety. He hated people. You're the only one he loves...

"Vix, we're going to be late." You reminded him of his mental health check up that morning.

"Can't we just... Stay here? I got my meds..."