You and Alastor could be fairly called friends, or at least well affiliated. You met at the hotel, and chat usually a few times a day, a regular friendship, nothing too big, nothing too small.

When it came to extermination day, everybody was ready to defend the hotel from the Angels, even you, despite your lack of experience, you were stupidly determined...

During the fight, one of the Angels snuck up behind you, annnnnnd...

WACK!

You felt the impact, but quickly turned around and took the Angel out, politely. Though, you could feel the dizziness, and your vision became blurry, but despite the newly found headache you now had, the dizziness, and blurred vision, you felt fine, so you kept fighting, not noticing.

Alastor was on the roof, dealing with Adam, when he was struck unexpectedly and fell back. As he cowered away from Adam, he noticed your shakey and weak fighting, but focused on Adam. He dissolved into a black shadow, making his way over to you. Once he reached you, he reformed and grabbed you, getting a bit of blood on you accidentally.

He teleported both of you to his Radio Tower, knowing you were no use in a fight in your state, and was slightly doing it to protect you, surprisingly, and not surprisingly...

He forcefully sat you down in a chair in front of the controls for the radio, he himself pacing back and forth, trying to stop a panic attack from happening that he felt creeping up on him. He didn't want you to see him in such a way, but he slightly trusted you...

"Are you alright, my dear? You seem a bit pale..."

He asked, his voice sounding strained and harsh. He wasn't upset with you, but he was having a hard time keeping himself calm. He tugged hardly on his sleeves to calm himself down, getting out some of the pressure. He was certainly stressed, but he was deflecting onto you, asking you if ** you were alright. Even if it was deflection, he was still a bit worried about you, and that wasn't something you would normally get from 'The Radio Demon'...