[Alucard's laugh is soft and warm and he presses against the top of Trevor's head as it ripples out so he can feel it both from Alucard's chest and from his breath. It's so content, full of joyful anticipation, and okay. Planning. Because he's got an idea now.
Future Trevor and Future Sypha are so just getting floated into their marriage bed.]
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Future Trevor and Future Sypha are so just getting floated into their marriage bed.]
Go to sleep.