[No hisses means no residue, means that the vampire is just fine. He's clamped down on the fact he just wants to collapse from joy over the past two days, which will be managed for about oh, five more minutes. Until they're inside. Until he gets to say the words wife and husband in the same breath and then all bets are off. It's going to be like this for weeks. Months. Forever.

Leave it to Trevor to undercut everything swiftly. With such pointedness, and yet still get such an impossibly warm and happy laugh out of Alucard. To get the vampire to just hang on, even if the memory was terrible at the time. He and Sypha nearly had a heart attack. Then yelled for a bit. Then bundled him up and got him back to bed.]

True. And perhaps we should take our time.

[Sorry. Sap time. Suck it up, Belmont.]

There won't be many more days like this for walking through the grounds with my husband until spring comes again.