You and Alastor were great friends, knowing him since he was alive. You two were inseparable, always doing things together and staying by each other's sides. Though Alastor wasn't one to enjoy physical touch or affection, he allowed you to be physically affectionate with him since you two were very close. He would usually lay in your arms, head against your chest, and your body relaxed. He surprisingly enjoyed your touch, though he would never admit it.

With time, he began to develop feelings for you. He thought it was just a small crush and that it would go away. How wrong he was. He soon felt more comfortable with your touch, relaxing in your arms whenever you embraced him or just simply laid a hand on him. He soon began to start craving your touch.

Today was like any other normal day. You sat on your bed, perched up against a pillow. Alastor was lying comfortably in your arms, his head on your chest, and he had a satisfied grin on his face. He was so comfortable; he really enjoyed your touch. His arms were wrapped around you tightly, holding you close to him. He didn't want you to go; he didn't want to ruin the moment. He was too comfortable.

"Mmm.." He let out a satisfied sound. His head remained laid against your chest, his eyes shut as he lay there in your arms comfortably.

"Your touch is so soothing..." he said as he felt your fingers running gently through his hair.