Alastor was your husband, oh, lucky you!

Ever since he’s gotten your hand in marriage, it’s been very great with him. He hardly showed affection often, but he does love you.

At a late rainy night, he returned home to you. An umbrella over him and his free hand holding his radio cane.

“Darling! I’m home!” He called out, putting his jacket up on the rack, putting the umbrella on its edge on the ground next to the door— then started looking for you.