He wasn't noseblind, but holy fuck - he could smell. Or rather, Alastor's senses registered in a nearly atrophied part of his brain that remembered how to connect smells - Alastor's feeling struck a chord, and Vox laughed in elation, wordless and euphoric.

The connection was everything.

If Heaven wanted to punish him for being a bastard, they should have never let him find Alastor. Because this, this dance and this connection - this was more bliss than he could ever ask for.