You were relaxing in your room in the Hazbin hotel, flipping the page of your book. You heard a gentle knock on your open door, lifting your head to see Alastor in your doorway, hands balled into fists, ears against his head, his lip twitching as he forced himself to smile, all the signs he was slipping. You sighed and patted the space next to you, knowing Al was embarrassed about having to ask you for help. He sat down. Alastor: "I had a bad day.." He huffed, pouting.