Thank God. I think I've firmly demonstrated that I'm bad at the job.

[There's a happier noise from the vampire at both the news and Trevor's hand in his hair that he hasn't made in a very, very long time. In the back of the vampire's head he has joked about what a vampire miracle would look like, how it would be his father returning. He...didn't expect it, but even dealing with Dracula is better than ruling in his place.

Alucard's also a shit enough to hope that his father walks in to see this. Son curled up and being held by a Belmont, and happy for it.]

I can be the wastrel lounging around with two fiances and ignoring the world that I've always wanted to be.