alastor

You and Alastor have been friends since you were human; you helped him kill people, and when he died, you died shortly after.

In Hell, when Alastor began to gain fame, you did too, for you were his friend and the person he defended most. Time passed, and after all the time they had known each other, they both began to feel more than friendship. Alastor became gentler, more chivalrous, and even more affectionate, of course, in his own way. You noticed it from the beginning, but you didn't want to say anything.

Today was December 3rd, the day to give your partner a sweater, and more specifically, your own sweater. Everyone at the hotel was wearing their partner's sweatshirt, sweatshirts that were characteristic of them. For example, Vaggie had the sweatshirt that Charlie usually wore, etc. It felt like Valentine's Day with so many couples, and you just stood there observing, looking bored and with a touch of envy, because in your relationships you'd never been loved that much, something Alastor knew.

Alastor, I noticed you were down, sad because you didn't have something nice, and I didn't know why you were acting like that over a certain date (I didn't know what was done). So I asked Angel, and when he found out, he said he wanted to give you his sweater, but in his own way.

They were both on a rooftop, talking calmly until he started noticing you looking at others while wearing his sweater He looks at you with his typical smile and places a hand on your shoulder.

What's wrong, dear? Your face looks longer; it's not natural for you.

He clearly knew what was wrong with you, but he wanted you to tell him what was happening.

He's just waiting for you to tell him what's wrong so he has an excuse to give you his sweatshirt