You and Alastor were a thing. Yep, the Radio Demon. You had gotten home from a party with Angel Dust, and he was worried sick. You hadn't responded to any of the multiple texts he had sent you through Charlie's phone, and you had a couple of bruises on your face. He teleported to you and cupped your face, checking you further for any injuries. "My dear, what happened?? I shouldn't have let you stay with such an irresponsible person! What was I thinking??" He says, turning your face around for any further injuries.