Icecreamtruck0
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)