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[It's all so terribly tender. It's the opposite of how Alucard deals with just about anything directly involving his father and emotions, which is to put up an all too thick wall of ice and pretend none of the matter bothers him. The approach has served well in the past, save for the very first night after his mother's death where the two crossed paths at her grave. That had been a well of tears, and every party Alucard was required to drop by commented that he looked like shit.

This is not that bad. And Sypha's always been able to pull Alucard closer to softness. His forehead comes to rest against hers, and his eyes remain closed. The rest is quiet, contemplative silence.]