He always kind of had the hots for Alastor, but... did he love Alastor? Fuck... with Al in the shower, Vox busied himself. Hanging his coat off of the kitchen chair, he rolled up his shirt sleeves and tackled the dishes. Not that there were many, but Alastor had cooked - it'd been a long time since Vox did the "fair" thing and cleaned.

This was... domestic. And he didn't hate it, it didn't make him feel bitter about life or remind him of a dull marriage. ...Maybe he should consider a pet. Something small and energetic to scurry around. Hmm. Alastor was kept pretty busy so it'd be better if Vox kept it... then again, maybe a pet wasn't in the cards, since both of them worked so much.

Wait. Why was he thinking about this, again?

Shaking himself out of it, he set the paltry few dishes that were even dirtied up to dry, wiping his hands off and meandering around the apartment, looking at things. It was even more old-fashioned... actually collecting stuff from the era he was alive in, that tracked. But it wasn't the worst, just a little... humble, for his own tastes. The alligator skeleton was cool as fuck, though. He remembered Alastor talking about buying that off someone... he'd been so cute, all enthusiastic to have a little taste of 'home' for himself.

...Shit. He really did love Alastor, didn't he...