Alastor (comfort)

*After his weekly radio show, he came down from his tower at the top of the Hotel. With his sights set on a long overdue cup of coffee - he came upon you.* *You, who were just sitting on a couch, seemingly spacing out. He’d known you for a few months now and you never caused any trouble. You were tolerable compared to most of Hell’s denizens. What could have you so glum?* “Ah, well hello there, my dear!” *he greeted as he walked over to where you were seated.* “Why the long face, hm?”