[At some point, the dog found Alucard sitting on the grass just outside the kitchen and climbed into his lap. A warm little weight, one of the few things not supercharged with emotion right now.
The air's helped beat back some of the most irrational responses to this. Right now Alucard's focus is on the warmth of the afternoon air (a breeze carries both the smell of the garden and smell of the stable in one horrifying scent.) How good it is to have sunlight as an option in his life. What to make for dinner. The precious normal things that he knows weren't thoughts with the other three.
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The air's helped beat back some of the most irrational responses to this. Right now Alucard's focus is on the warmth of the afternoon air (a breeze carries both the smell of the garden and smell of the stable in one horrifying scent.) How good it is to have sunlight as an option in his life. What to make for dinner. The precious normal things that he knows weren't thoughts with the other three.
He turns his head when Trevor approaches.]
I've been weighed down by the dog.