[ And there's the word. His pleading stops at that, because there's no need. Maybe the lights are already on. Maybe Alucard can work in the dark. It doesn't matter which is true, because there's no appreciable difference. ]
Fuck.
[ That's all he can manage for a moment, hands gripping the frame of the bed until his knuckles are white. ]
no subject
Fuck.
[ That's all he can manage for a moment, hands gripping the frame of the bed until his knuckles are white. ]
...if we're unlucky. How long will it take then?
[ He knows. He knows. ]