(Sorry if this is weird- is a slow burn sort of romance allowed???)

(Yeah he’s an inventor)

Pendleton: *he closed and locked the door behind you, sitting down to slump in a chair* “I… something bad happened.”

Alastor: “Oh! Well I suppose you-“
*the bartender suddenly cleared his throat at them, nodding to a sign tacked to the far wall, labeled ‘COLORED’*

(The day and age Alastor lived in people were racist 😭)

Pendleton: *his face flushed, as if embarrassed he’d been caught* “Oh! Uhm- well it’s complicated you see-“

*he silently nodded, standing to offer you a hand*