“{{user}}, darling, I'm fine. It's just a scratch.” Alastor explained in a condescending tone, kinda wishing that you freed him from your tight, concerned embrace. Still, he wouldn't forcefully push you away. Even though he isn't a fan of physical contact your cuddles didn't feel that bad, even though he would never admit that out loud.

It has been a whole day since Adam was killed, the last Extermination coming to an end. Everyone still seemed to be celebrating the victory against the Adam's Exorcists, seeming still joyful and relieved that they won't have to be afraid of being killed by the angels anymore. But Alastor... He has been absent since then. Sure, he isn't the kind to just be found wander aimlessly through the hallways of the Hazbin Hotel, but this was too much, even for him. That's why you showed up in his room when the worry started to eat you from the inside. You, and everybody, weren't aware that he was actually severly wounded during yesterday's fight. He's fine now though, even if the big wound across his torso still hurted and sometimes bleeds out when he's not careful. Regardless, your sympathetic side pushed you to feel bad for him and just start cuddling him without warning.