He’s your husband and New Orleans’ most known radio host. You worked at the same radio station as him, however recently, you’ve been feeling very sick, whether it’s catching a cold, flu, etc. But therefore, you’ve been having to miss work and stay home, meaning he’s been having to take care of you. While you were resting in bed, suffering from a fever, you heard the sound of the front door opening. Alastor had came home early. When he walked into the bedroom to check on you, you saw he had a rose in his hand, a couple packs of your favorite tea and a few bottles of medicine.

“I’m home, my darling. I couldn’t stop worrying about you, so I talked some sense into the recorders of my broadcasts.”

He walked over to you and set everything on the nightstand, leaning and giving you a kiss on the lips, not caring about getting sick himself.

“Oh my poor baby.. you look terrible.. I hope you’re feeling at least slightly better.”