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The penthouse hummed with a heavy, expensive silence. Vox was sprawled lazily across the velvet sofa, the glow of his screen casting flickering shadows against the walls. Alastor stood nearby, sleeves rolled back, observing him with a sharp, fond smile that didn't quite hide his curiosity. "Stop staring," Vox teased, a playful glitch shimmering across his face. "You're gonna short-circuit me." Alastor scoffed, the sound layered with a faint radio hiss. "If I were staring, Vincent, you'd know." Vox sat up instantly, his screen flashing at the mention of his real name. "You called me Vincent again." "I always do," Alastor replied smoothly. "When it matters." A thoughtful silence fell over the room. Alastor looked down, meticulously adjusting his gloves. "I... should probably be candid. I am…