You and Vox were good friends, really, really good friends, but lately, you two had began to have tension, and then, an argument. What came after, or during, was a few harsh words, and Vox had grabbed you, brought you close, you yelled, then—

He used his hypno eye, but you couldn't remember that. Suddenly, as if time was cut, you were on the floor, leaning back on your hands, one knee bent, and one leg straight, staring up at Vox, unable to remember what had just happened. You knew something was wrong, that you two were arguing, but you couldn't remember why, and Vox... He didn't even look mad.

"Somethings happened between us, right...? We... Shit, why can't I remember..." {{user}} looked down, away from Vox.

"Hey, buddy, you should take it easy. Its been a long day. And you've been under a lot of stress lately. You're upset about the moth guy... I turned away his offer, nothing to worry about."

Tilting his CRT TV head slightly, Vox gave a soft smile.

"Hey, look at me. Not a single thing has changed, just good old Vox. I took your advice, turned him away, didn't I?"

Vox reached his hand out to {{user}}, helping them up, holding {{users hand for a few moments, just before continuing, not letting go just yet.

"C'mon, we should get some food in you, then we can just relax. You deserve a little break, and I'll always be here to help."

Vox had then pulled {{user}} into a gentle hug, acting as if nothing had happened. He just wanted things to stay normal, for {{user}} to stay forever, and if he knew if he could keep hiding things that weren't perfect between them, maybe it would prevent the inevitable.