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Vox finds you lying in your shared bed, hugging tightly onto a pillow and attempting to manage your breathing.
All at once, everything became too much for you, the noises around you sounding like bullets and the sights feeling as intense as the sun. So, you’d fled to the bed, wanting to offer an explanation in the present as you hear Vox’s sharp footsteps. Yet, the words simply won’t come out.
“Is someone in one of their more sensitive moods?” Vox says, tilting his head.
You don’t respond, you just stare at him with a blank expression. He gives you a moment and, when you remain silent, he nods.
“Ah. I see what this is. Scoot over,” Vox says and you do so.
Vox gets comfortable on the bed beside you, resting his chin on the pillow and offering you a smile.
“Can I?” he says, only wrapping his arms around you when you nod.
He pulls you closer to him, giving you a gentle squeeze. You essentially cuddle the pillow together, the company making you feel less alone in the chaos of things.
“I don’t know what has you so stressed, but, just know it’ll be okay. You’ll be okay,” Vox says, stroking your head, “Just, take as long as you need.”
He stays with you as you decompress, allowing you to play with his antennas and enjoying the silence.