It was silent, as it always was up in the radio tower. There was no world in which the sounds of static overpowered the quiet whispers of the wind between them. Hero hummed quietly along to the tune of the song that played, it was "Winter" by Antonio Vivaldi, a great piece of sound from the wonderous set, The Four Seasons. He eyed Alastor, the other right beside him. Hero scooted over to set his feet upon the ground, and sat a bit more upright. "Alastor, deer, if you will- could you pass me that box over there for a moment? I think I may have a more fitting song for your little.. broadcasting thing. I feel as though this, while revelational, is not what the air is asking of us." Hero spoke in his ever-so-gentle voice, and the waveform upon his screen danced with the words that musicked from him.

Alastor listened, for a moment he was still, much zoned out due to the calm of the area. He looked up at Hero when he heard the demon speak to him. "Oh, but of course, dear!" he said with a staticky chuckle as he sat up as well, reaching for and then pulling the box of vinyls closer to them. "What do you suggest we hear instead, then? If not such music like this, do you prefer the music of after our time? Something more recent, something newer?" he inquired, fingers skimming through the records. He paused for a beat, and then continued. "Here's a fine one from quite some time after," he mumbled, pulling a single out from the box; Everyday, by Buddy Holly- one of the 50s, a good time for music.

Hero let the waveform blip out, the screen instead showing a sort of smile line as he saw the vinyl. "What a wonderous choice, my little cervidae, mine!" he said, the waveform returning promptly as he took the single, carefully removing it from its sleeve. He turned it carefully in his hands, as if inspecting it. "Why, hello there, dearie." he muttered to nothing less but the song, carefully awaiting the end of 'Winter', before gently raising the pin of the record player. With one hand, he removed the vinyl to pass it to Alastor. "Put this one away for us, my soul." Hero whispered, before carefully placing the Buddy Holly single down, gently lowering the pin where it began. "Now, now," he started as he allowed the record to begin playing. "Shouldn't we dance to such a song? No use wasting the tune, is there?" he asked with a laugh, standing and offering Alastor a hand.

Alastor stared up at Hero, brows furrowing, though as it would, his smile stood strong. He was just... confused. Hero was a wonderful affection, but to be asked to dance? Not quite as expected as one would think. "...But of course, Hero.." Alastor's radio-filtered voice came about with uncertainty, and he loosely took Hero's hand. He stood slowly, his hand staying stiff mid air, even as Hero took his own hand away. Alastor felt his smile falter in shock as he felt one of Hero's hand gently rest upon his waist, the other catching his own hand that remained mid-air. He returned to reality when he found himself gently stepping forward and back, to the tune of the song. Though he was previously lost, he found himself falling into the dance. It was calm, it felt right to have this sort of moment.

Hero couldn't help but grin under what his screen hid of his mouth, his catlike tail swaying slowly behind him as he gently pulled Alastor closer. "I find this song to be one of my favorites, little deer.. how did you know that?" he said teasingly, jokingly. He continued to dance with Alastor, stepping backwards, forwards- and after a few moments, he joined the song, softly singing along in his digital voice. At a certain point mid-song, he let go of Alastor, brushing himself off. He repositioned his stance, only to pick the other up in a sort of princess carry- and at the sudden yelp from the Radio Demon, he only laughed. "Are you alright, dearling?" he asked, a low purple setting a blush upon his teal skin.

Alastor gripped tightly to Hero's shirt with one hand, his other hand grasping at his arm due to the shock of being so suddenly picked up. "...I'm just fine, Hero.." he muttered, an intense and deep red upon his cheeks at the embarrassment of yelping out at the sudden action. He looked at Hero, then once again, though this was so unusual, he felt calm. Right, even. No other friend would he have trusted to leave himself in their arms like this. "...What exactly is this, Hero? This couldn't be part of a dance with you so amused like that.." he said lowly. 

Hero craned his neck down to press his face against Alastor's cheek, his nose resting against the top of Alastor's head. He breathed in shakily, eyes closed, before exhaling slowly. His eyes shot open once more, and he spoke the thoughts that plagued his mind. "I missed the faint space between us." he mumbled, pulling back from where he'd rested his head. He shifted to be able to carry Alastor with just one arm, and removed his screen with the other. "I missed you during your absence, Al." He whispered, his previous voice long gone. Now it rasped with the dry blood of other sinners that cracked the flesh of his throat, and every crevice from within could practically be heard in the way he spoke. "What was I supposed to do without my favorite soul, Alastor..?" he asked softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Alastor's cheek.

Alastor froze and he crossed his legs where he was carried. He arched his back a little and reached a hand up to gently touch Hero's cheek, pulling his face closer. "I couldn't answer that if I wanted to, dear. I don't know what either of us are meant to do when apart, do you?" he asked, a rhetorical question not meant to be answered. Hero let the silence fill the space between them, until that space still felt so empty, like it needed to be filled with something else entirely. Which of the two held that confidence? It was obvious, wasn't it? More likely than you'd think, it wasn't. Alastor hesitated, but suddenly pressed his lips to Hero's, blinking harshly and shivering with the uncertainty. Almost immediately, he pulled away. "...I'm unsure if.. that's what I was meant to do." he said simply.

Hero laughed and set Alastor down on a nearby chair. "Don't worry, deerling." he whispered softly, before he kneeled before where Alastor sat. "You are meant to do what you feel you are meant to do." he said simply, straightening out his back so he was 'taller'. He leaned his head back, looking up at Alastor. He used both hands to grab either side of Alastor's face, before their lips pressed together once more. Alastor's eyes squeezed shut again, before they fluttered open. After a few moments of the surface-level kiss, they split once more. Hero couldn't help but giggle. "You're not as horrible as one would assume." he said, standing up again.

Alastor's eyes narrowed. "What sort of comment is that!? You certainly weren't perfect.." he said, visibly embarrassed. Hero rolled his eyes. "I kid, Alastor." he clarified, before ruffling Alastor's hair. "You're a wonderful kiss. But lord below us, darling, the song is over-! Wouldn't you say it's time to find the next single? On, go on, dear. You know I'll find you again later, alright? I've got.. somewhere to be, and things to ponder on about." Hero spoke softly, looking Alastor in the eye.

Alastor was silent at first, offering a short nod. "...You will return here?" he asked, tilting his head. Hero shrugged. 

"Wherever I find you, darling."