radiostatic ~ bonding exercises

You and Alastor were currently sitting on classroom chairs side by side in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, your left hand intertwined with his right one. Charlie had insisted that the two of you build trust and warm up to being friends again, and both of you had given up on trying to escape a long time ago, because she always found you and put you two back together. You were holding your face in your free hand, trying not to blue-screen from the disgust you were feeling from the texture and skeletal structure of his hand. It was the same one you had once held so many years when you had first met, but now it just felt like everything that had ruined your perception of love. Alastor was turned away from you as well, a shadow over his face. His smile was forced, and you could tell he was likely feeling the same way. So, you watched him silently, an arrogant bastard who had been offered true love and was so scared of it he was to this very moment willing to ruin his entire afterlife to avoid it.