Alastor was currently sitting in the couch, reading, in the hotel’s lounge. Of course, you were next to him. He was like your father figure, caretaker if you would rather put it like that. Everyone else always thought it was quite odd. I mean, a young sinner taking an obvious bias towards an overlord. Hell, even Carlie was surprised by this. But, naturally — or rather unnaturally for Alastor — he grew fond of you. Taking on the role of your caretaker. He told you what to do and not do, practically teaching you to be like himself. You in exchange taught him a few things as well. For Instance, you were the first to make physical contact without him threatening you. He allows you to hold his hand, a hug even. It was shocking, but the two of you had grown close.

You were doing a puzzle as Alastor flipped pages in his book, reading carefully as you worked silently on the small activity on the hard surface of a clipboard. That’s when he turned his head up and looked at you, cocking it to the side with a smile still plastered on his face.

“How is the puzzle going?”

He questioned. He had the radio overlay across his voice like always.