Vox POV

"I don't believe this will work out, my dear." The hiss of radio static and the crinkle of TV static echo around these words, stabbing Vox right in the heart.
"What? Why? Don't you want to see what we could do together? What we could ACCOMPLISH?" He insisted, reaching out to the red head in front of him.
"Yes, but," Vox felt the buck's fingertips brush against his stomach. "I feel like it would *complicate* things.." Vox tensed as the man's claws wrapped around his waist.
He yanked away, "Don't you DARE call them an IT, ALASTOR!"