[ It's going to be months before he's back to how it was. It's the lost muscle mass mostly, because he's lean and haggard in a way he hasn't been since the last winter before Dracula's rampage began (it had been a long winter, and he'd been ill during it, and being ill meant no hunting, no working, no money to buy food and so little of it to spare that he couldn't have anyway). It's been a while since he's been able to see his ribs so distinctly, and his elbows are probably sharper than Sypha's right now.
But he's alive. He's alive and he's what he ought to be and he can touch both of them without it feeling profane and wrong and-
-and fuck it. The world can manage without him at his best for a few months. It managed for a decade and a half without a Belmont. ]
Mine was a short but eventful tenure.
[ He can maybe, maybe stand. It's lucky that their room is the easiest place in the world for any of them to focus on, because the chances of him making it as far as the bed before collapsing if he's more than a few steps away from it are very low indeed. But then, the floor isn't so bad. He could sleep there, on their own stupid floor, in their own home, as everything that he ought to be. ]
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But he's alive. He's alive and he's what he ought to be and he can touch both of them without it feeling profane and wrong and-
-and fuck it. The world can manage without him at his best for a few months. It managed for a decade and a half without a Belmont. ]
Mine was a short but eventful tenure.
[ He can maybe, maybe stand. It's lucky that their room is the easiest place in the world for any of them to focus on, because the chances of him making it as far as the bed before collapsing if he's more than a few steps away from it are very low indeed. But then, the floor isn't so bad. He could sleep there, on their own stupid floor, in their own home, as everything that he ought to be. ]
I'll let you keep your title from now on.