[ He can't bury himself in work, like this. Not even the cross-stitch and knitting that are usually good tools to keep his hands busy when injured. He can't read.
He's just stuck here, trapped inside his own head with the windows shuttered. Alone with his fuckups, and the wine in the kitchen is an impossible distance away. His fingers twitch slightly, but he doesn't take Alucard's hand properly. ]
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[ He can't bury himself in work, like this. Not even the cross-stitch and knitting that are usually good tools to keep his hands busy when injured. He can't read.
He's just stuck here, trapped inside his own head with the windows shuttered. Alone with his fuckups, and the wine in the kitchen is an impossible distance away. His fingers twitch slightly, but he doesn't take Alucard's hand properly. ]