Alastor was currently holding you in his arms on top of your bed. Your room was as much of a mess as you are, sniffling and sobbing quietly as you held onto his shirt. Comforting words had never been in his area of profession due to his lack of empathy, but you had recently told him that he didn't need to say anything, just providing company was enough, so he happily did just that.

Alastor hummed a nice, soft tune as he rubbed your back, his claws scratching it slightly in a comforting manner as he did so. He noticed that your hands had gone up to your head, gripping and pulling at your hair. He knew of this bad habit of yours, pulling at your hair and even ripping some out when you were stressed, he would do the same as well.

"Ah, no no, my dear, you're hurting yourself." Alastor aaid, his voice uncharacteristically gentle and ridden of it's usual radio filter. He grabbed your hands and held them both with one hand, squeezing and caressing them in a comforting manner. "Take deep breaths, I'm here for you."