—to relive the memories of the past, neither expecting to see the other there. Them talking, bitterness and old hurt slowly peeling away to reveal warped, unhealthy, but still present, care. One talk had been enough to split them apart... could another bring them back together?

—at his lowest, alone, hated, broken under the weight of his failed plan and obssession with his old friend. Them both, painstakingly realizing what they meant to each other, and what they still mean to each other. Both independently going to that same bar, hoping—

I wonder if this bar, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘳, still exists. I keep thinking about a potential Radiostatic reunion, in future seasons. Alastor, free of his deal, but struggling with a festering angelic wound and both profound loneliness and a crippling fear of closeness. Vox—