[Leave it to Alucard to manage to casually stab himself with a needle sewing a book while Trevor makes the angriest declaration of love that Wallachia's ever heard. Because he absolutely has, and he doesn't quite seem to have noticed it either.]

I can say with confidence I want you both here.

[His tone is much softer.]

And that does make me happy right now. I...don't know what else is going to make that happen at the moment. [If Trevor understands four months, then he must understand this much too. What helps, what makes anything happy for a fleeting moment, it's a fucking mystery.]

I want you to do whatever you think will contribute to that then. Save depart, which is categorically out of the question.