Oh. Good. We're high minded enough for literary criticism.
[Alucard settles quickly against Trevor, his one arm wrapping around Trevor's waist immediately and the other balling up in the fabric of Trevor's shirt. Things ache right now, but it's low and dull. He can lay like this for a long time before pain kicks in.
(He suspects that there's also painkiller involved here.)]
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[Alucard settles quickly against Trevor, his one arm wrapping around Trevor's waist immediately and the other balling up in the fabric of Trevor's shirt. Things ache right now, but it's low and dull. He can lay like this for a long time before pain kicks in.
(He suspects that there's also painkiller involved here.)]
Sorry you've been stuck with him for a week.