[ He twists his head a little, so that Alucard's is rested neatly between his chin and his shoulder, and rubs his back softly. It's nice, to be able to feel a heartbeat and breathing against him. He's gone soft, become used to it, so that the lack of either feels like something is terribly wrong. ]
But if you want me to go back to the room to do it, I'm carrying you again.
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[ He twists his head a little, so that Alucard's is rested neatly between his chin and his shoulder, and rubs his back softly. It's nice, to be able to feel a heartbeat and breathing against him. He's gone soft, become used to it, so that the lack of either feels like something is terribly wrong. ]
But if you want me to go back to the room to do it, I'm carrying you again.