Alastor wasn’t one for physical touch; he’s expressed it multiple times, both verbally and physically. Anyone who touched him either received a threatening warning, or was immediately killed by his hands, but you were an exception. He allowed you to touch him—hell—he even encouraged it.

So as of now, you were resting by the fireplace with Alastor, playing with his hair as his head laid in your lap, and he reads a book while humming along to a song.