"And have to have an excuse to rerun the classics? Oh, woe is me!" Alastor teased, worming an arm around his little husband.

...Husband. Hoh. Still such a wild word to think of.

With a bit of a click, Alastor started playing one of his favorite run of Orson Wells' Time Machine, the radio sounds coming from Alastor naturally and warmly.

"There, that ought to be a fun little thing to listen to."