[It's not something Alucard expects. Not the hug and not the pressure of it. Intensity is the better word, because that's what this vulnerability has snapped into now that the moment has passed. He doesn't mind. He squeezes back, letting the little bit of him that took yesterday's comments personally get out of his system for good.
There's also no words for that. Just a mutter of something that can't be understood, and another, tighter squeeze and...]
no subject
There's also no words for that. Just a mutter of something that can't be understood, and another, tighter squeeze and...]
...I think the horses are watching.