In which Alastor realizes he committed a bit too hard to the whole found-family gag, gets fucked up by the First Douchebag, and tries to pretend everything is fine. Shockingly, Charlie is not oblivious. Even more shockingly, the person she goes to for help is Vox.
This turns out to be a case of using the wrong equation but still getting the correct answer.
“Why the fuck do you have a pink silly straw?”
Alastor is unrepentant as he says, “It matches your vest.”
“That’s not what I meant! Why the straw?!”
“Oh! That’s even easier to explain! Lessens the mess. Rosie suggested it.”
“I’m not a juice box!”
when Alastor was human has was constantly used and bullied for his skin and hair. Now in hell he hides a lot of his characteristics for example his HATE for touch and forces himself to deal with it.
or
Alastor is to tired to deal with acting 'normal' and just does what feels comfortable.
or
Alastor angst, its good give it a lick before throwing it away.
The most dangerous animal is an injured one, because once they realise they are on their last legs, the claws of desperation sink deep, and there truly is nothing you can do to stop them from grasping on to the glimmer of life.
