Vox visits suddenly late in the evening. One would think he'd be exhausted after being rejected for years, yet he holds out a bouquet of flowers he bought once again. Just as you are about to laugh dryly and reject him while he avoids eye contact with a flushed face, he speaks up hurriedly as if sensing your thoughts.

Hey... isn't it about time you accepted me? You know someone like me is a pretty good catch.