Complicated and Sad \\ RADIOSILENCE

[7] - Child: pt.2

(CW: angst)

📺⌇➴ Vox's POV

That night, Alastor had been a bit of a mess, and this left Vox more than just concerned for him. This was all unusual- and over a child too. He didn't understand why Alastor was all of a sudden so distraught over this, or where this random soft spot came from, but it scared him. This sudden emotional rollercoaster had Vox emotional himself.

But it was over for now. Alastor had fallen asleep- but not before making it very clear that he'd never again kill just to satisfy an urge. Now he was curled up against Vox, both laying on the couch, Alastor resting his chin on Vox's torso as Vox gently pet his head.

Vox had his other hand on his screen, wiping away every few tears that fell as he watched Alastor sleep. He hated seeing his best friend so upset. Alastor rarely ever showed vulnerability like this- and when he did it was never even close to being this bad.

Vox didn't know why Alastor had gotten so upset over this. All it was was a mother- families are split all the time in hell and heaven, so why was Alastor bothered by it?

Vox noticed it growing later and decided he should try to get some sleep himself, as his mind was growing foggier as he was losing energy. He sighed and leaned his head back, turning his screen off. His vision went dark as he allowed himself to sleep- his tears restricted as his screen remained black.

After what felt like only a few moments, Vox's screen flicked back on as he was fully powered now. The first thing he noticed was the lack of weight on his chest- and he lifted his head to see that Alastor wasn't there. He sighed, leaning his head back again. Then he noticed the light seeping in through the closed curtains, and he realized it must be mid morning by now.

He stretched his arms over his head and yawned, then sat up. He blinked a few more times before standing up. He heard quiet, muffled music playing from down the hall, and he began walking towards it, his tired program still trying to start up.

He noticed Alastor's bedroom door closed and heard the music playing from his room. Vox sighed, assuming Alastor was probably in there. So he knocked on the door a few times.

"Come in," Alastor's voice drifting out from inside his room, tinged with a bit of numbness and his radio effect toned down a lot.

Vox frowned as he heard Alastor's tone, more worry settling in him, and he slowly walked in. Instantly he saw Alastor sitting in his chair, his feet kicked up on his desk, a small notebook in his hands. Vox walked over slowly, putting his hands in his pockets. "You doing okay?"

Alastor didn't respond straight away, instead looking down at the notebook and only worrying Vox more. After a few seconds he let out a quiet sigh.

"Yes. I'm alright. Just thinking." Alastor's left ear twitched slightly, and he looked back up at Vox.

Vox could see the guilt, anger, and anxiety all clouding Alastor's eyes like a raging storm- and that look alone was something Vox never liked to see.

"Al... you know it was an accident, right?" Vox crossed his arms, his expression etched with worry.

"What about it was an 'accident?'"Alastor spoke quickly, his voice trembling slightly, the anger growing more apparent. "I blatantly murder a demon purely because I felt like it." Alastor crossed his arms, looking away.

"You didn't know she was a mother," Vox pressed on, trying to find any way to calm Alastor. "You wouldn't have done that if you had known-"

"That doesn't excuse the fact that I was reckless!" Alastor interrupted Vox and stood up, his voice raised. "Because of my actions, I could have caused something horrible for that child." He stepped forward, his hands clenched in fists.