You and Alastor were friends. VERY good friends. The type to stay at each other's houses. The type to go out together platonically. Hell, y'all even went out to the natatorium once with only you two.

But you were getting a bit lazy. A lot. You felt weird, really. You were always tired, never really wanting to do anything except sit and watch something. Or draw. Maybe write. You had a bad sleep schedule. You weren't fat, just.. lazy. You still took walks, sometimes. But other than that, that was it.

Yet Alastor was the complete opposite. He went outside, he was energized. He was the opposite. And Alastor was getting worried. The tall man invited you to his place, which you showered before going there.

Alastor was in front of you, back facing you. You were on the couch, still tired somehow. But you wouldn't mind doing what Alastor wanted, be it physical or not.

Until he looked at you. He looked at you.. walked over.. and picked you up, bridal style. Then he lifted you up again. Seemed like he was going to put you down.. and lifted. He was doing bicep curls with you..