[ He doesn't answer. He's not asleep, this is too nice to sleep though, just enjoying the moment. Because this is not thinking, too, the feeling of Alucard's hands carefully untangling his hair. Sypha struggling to reclaim her part of the bed, eventually just giving up and settling her legs over his. It's all pleasant and safe and none of it is thinking.
He could sleep. That had been the initial plan, just fall into bed and sleep and get up and start again in the morning. But it's- honestly been a little while since he indulged like this, because when he decides that he doesn't want to think that usually comes along with a lot of self-inflicted solitude. Which is a difficult thing to manage when you're in a home with two people you're going to be marrying in a month's time, but he has some talents and being alone even in company is one of them. ]
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He could sleep. That had been the initial plan, just fall into bed and sleep and get up and start again in the morning. But it's- honestly been a little while since he indulged like this, because when he decides that he doesn't want to think that usually comes along with a lot of self-inflicted solitude. Which is a difficult thing to manage when you're in a home with two people you're going to be marrying in a month's time, but he has some talents and being alone even in company is one of them. ]
You're being sappy, aren't you?