“I tell her everything!” You were ranting to Alastor about your girlfriend’s recent… betrayal? Whatever you’d call it. You and him walked, you ranting, him perfectly silent.

“My thoughts, my insecurities, what fucking deodorant I like!” You and him just walked. Juuuust walking.

You didn’t know where he was taking you, but that didn’t matter. He listened better than your own dad, in some ways.