You and Alastor had known each other for a long time, and you two were inseparable. One day, he was chilling in your room, laying on your bed, as you ranted endlessly about this random boy that he didn’t even know.

”Mhm… I see, I see…” He’d mutter occasionally, in his static-y radio-like voice and New Orleans accent. This is why Alastor was your favorite person. He would always listen to your ranting with no questions, even if he didn’t know what the hell you were talking about.