[ Trevor doesn't speak. That needs air, and he has to hold his breath for as long as possible because he did not think this through because this close he's very much in danger of breathing in the steam himself. But he wants to. He wants to be more comforting. He just can't. Even if he could speak, he's a shitty person and being comforting requires one to not be a shitty person. He presses his hands tighter over Alucard's, even as the scalding poison splashes out of the mug as new liquid falls into it, and avoids being splashed by it by sheer dumb luck.

Eventually, he does need to breathe, and he really ought to have opened the window before he began (he also should have worn gloves. He's made a lot of fucking mistakes). He pulls away and does that, gasping in mouthfuls of clean air before returning to Alucard and, now the silver seems to have stopped, taking the mug from him. He takes an empty jar and pours the contents of the mug into it and seals it. ]

I've- kind of filled my room with poison. [ Oops. Did not think this through. ] I'm going to move you to the living room until it airs out. Nod if that's okay.