strange levels of multi-track drifting with this radiostatic business. alastor refuses to show up on camera or film but allows himself to proudly be photographed for and beside vox. refuses to drink w anyone but vincent and then is seen drinking alone next to the mic vincent gave him that he kept in his bedroom for seventy years. is perfectly content to play piano Completely Suited Up but strips a lil for vincent. stares at him (only him) with dilated pupils. flops his ears around. giggles. sings a passionate duet with him and leans up close enough to kiss him to pant into his open mouth. hosts his first broadcast after seven entire years of dead air and it’s a song with and about vox, set to the melody they enjoyed together in their past that he remembered and kept for seventy years. stakes his entire soul on knowing and needing vox for an entire season. the production company released an image of the two of them laughing together beneath a poster describing love, on valentines day. and everyone with any iota of creative control over this property keeps fucking insisting that there’s nothing to see here
