Slow Burn

Sit.

This is in a father figure kind of way by the way. Alastor doesn't date anybody in this. He is simply a father to all of these little guys.

Alastor's POV

"I couldn't be more grateful for your  help, Alastor." Charlie says to me. This was unprovoked. Leading up to this I had just been standing up, not saying anything, listening to Vaggie and Charlie talk about how much work they had put into this hotel. "You really helped us put it all together. I love you so much!" she gleams. She had always been a cheerful girl, very understanding. The only thing she had problems with was boundaries. Not like Angel Dust does, but she is very loving. I however have no problem with her love. This is my family here. I walk over to the couch she is resting on, I tower over her and look down with my usual smile. "I enjoy your company too." She smiles. She understands what I mean.

I never show very much emotion. All you need is a smile. I place my hand on her blonde hair and pat it twice. She grabs my arm softly, just resting her palms on my wrist. She's a tiny thing compared to me. Her girlfriend, Vaggie, drifts off to sleep without conversation stimulating her tired brain. "You should probably be getting to bed now." I pull my wrist off and tilt my head a bit. She grabs Vaggie and goes upstairs. "You too Husker." I tease, spawning a dog bed onto his counter. "Fuck you, Alastor." He does seem to be getting tired, really. I turn off the lights everywhere else, leaving only his booth slightly lit up by the dim lights above. I never really seem to get along with men. They can be vile creatures. However, as my mother taught me, women are kind and interesting to speak to. I've always been more keen towards them. I sit down on the couch and I excuse Husker to bed. I enjoy my alone time. It's nice right now, peaceful. Believe it or not I do enjoy peace more than I enjoy the screaming I play.

Suddenly it doesn't sound peaceful anymore. I hear footsteps and the door creaking open. When I look over to see who's entering, it's Angel, I can see the fire reflected in his eyes along with the gloss of tears. One set of arms crossed, the other set ringing rain out of his hair. "Angel." I say. I summon a towel. "Sit." I place it on the couch across from me. "No, I'm getting a drink." He says. My eyes burn red. "Sit." I say again, sternly. He cowers a bit and sits down.

I've always taken a liking to him from the other men I know, perhaps it's his feminine traits. I know he is a sweet boy underneath what act he puts up.

"You're dirty." I say to him.

"Yeah no shit, asshole, I walked home in the rain."

"Why didn't you call somebody?"

"I didn't want to."

"You're upset."

"No I'm just cold"

"You're upset."

I hate repeating myself.

"Okay? I know, but it's none of your fucking business."

I signal him to sit down next to me. I would like to get closer with my family here, in this hotel. He sighs and listens, wrapping the towel around him, he's wearing only a t-shirt and shorts. I summon a blanket around him. I've been here before. My mother used to comfort me on the nights when I was wet, cold, and upset. I signal him to come close. I understand this boy has been taken advantage of. I do not want to breach his boundaries in any way. I must not force him.

"What is up with you?" He says. "We care about you Angel Dust." I don't really know what I'm talking about, I'm speaking from the heart. He tears up and turns his back to me like a toddler. I put an arm around his shoulder. He leans over and turns around. He looks up at me, at my smile that never leaves, and just hugs me.

Even though he is a tall boy he's still quite frail and small. I pull him close to my side and allow him to hold on to me while he cries. I place my arm on his back, while all four of his are wrapped around my torso. He is very loudly sniffing and hiccing while he cries. I can tell this feels good for him. I hear footsteps, I don't believe he notices. Husker walks down the stairs and looks quite confused. I just decided to signal him to go back upstairs. About half an hour passes and he just stands up, neither of us have moved that whole time. He catches his breath and sighs. "I.." he hics. "I'm sorry." I look confused, "For what?" I replied. He just turns away and walks to his room. I hope he feels better now, my coat is soiled with tears.