no one talks about how draining it is when your mood constantly switches between "keep going, it will get better" and "i can't do this anymore, im about to give up." it's like living in emotional whiplash. one hour you're hopeful, the next you're spiraling
Alastor’s genuine surprise at Rosie cutting him off is so funny because he’s spent the entirety of his afterlife running his mouth largely without consequence.
I feel like Charlie and Alastor basically have the complete opposite life experiences. Charlie grew up sheltered and blindly trusts bc never learned to be vigilant, Alastor was in a constantly dangerous environment and is always in survival mode, never felt safe to trust anything