Vox x Tom is doing numbers with my braincells rn
They've crossed paths multiple times over the years: as runners splitting shifts, as assistant and star, as rival anchors, as boss & employee.
To Vox, Tom is old school. He's been around before Vox. He seems such a chicken yet here he is, still kicking every year, second bucket unscuffed. Tom isn't an Overlord and never tried to be. He's both impressive and disappointing. The actual Tom — not the versions thought up when pondering hypotheticals — is still very pleasant. He's.... comfortable. In himself & his (after)life. Also as a presence. He's so basic in comparison to other sinners, being with him is like being on Earth again. A break from the chaos. A couple minutes chatting between broadcasts does wonders for stress.
To Tom, Vox isn't that special. Another colleague-turned-superior, like that never happened before in Earth or Hell. Oh this one can hypnotize? Half the sinners in any given studio could do worse without needing Tom to be looking at them. Tom ultimately survives them, Vox is no different in that way. He is, however, one of the few people who treats Tom with any shred of respect. Tom's not one to defend himself most of the time, bigger battles and whatnot, but onlookers don't care about that. They're watching someone get beat up and doing nothing about it, if they met him why wouldn't they act the same? But Vox doesn't. Well he does in a whole room kinda thing, but he doesn't when 1-on-1. And that's something! What's even more of a something is Vox actively converses with him sometimes. They can talk and he'll say no insults, no threats, just chat about goings-on.