"Fuckin' Angel dust-!" The moth man starts another one of his complaints.

Vox listens to Valentino ramble about something, Laying across his lap with his arm around Val's shoulders, He's complaining about something again.

All Vox musters is an: "Uh huh" or a "Yep" every few seconds while watching his phone.

"And.. That's it." Valentino blinks.

"You feel better?" Vox glanced over at Valentino.