It's far from the first time he's spent the night in Angelo's bed, but after thousands of years of nocturnal hauntings, Alastor never settles easily. He'd stayed there for a little while, then left the bed just to move, lingering by the window, letting his fingers drift across the odd decoration in Angelo's ostentatious bedroom. Eventually, he'd wound down enough to return to the bed and stay there; it's always easiest to sleep through the dawn, as much as he ever actually sleeps. The slightest stirring of the mortal body next to his brings him back to swift awareness. But he still keeps his eyes closed when he answers in a mumble, "So what if I am."
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