Hay is for Horses (And You are For Me)

Back when everything was simple, back when Alastor and Vox's friendship had no holes, back when the code didn't malfunction.

Back when Vox was truly happy.

. . .

OR since my summaries suck, basically what I think Alastor and Vox's friendship was like seven years ago + a headcanon of mine about Vox's computer code (I don't know how to actually code or do python don't send people after me please)

(Cross-posted on ao3. Inspired by For the Good Times over on ao3)