[The only word that Alucard can find to explain the week is strange. From every corner of the city where night things nest, there have been scuffles and skirmishes and a general sense of unease. Halloween and the attendant celebrations usually has the opposite effect, and yet here they are. It's made him tense in turn, and office hours have been spent mediating small spats without sighing and caling both parties absolute idiots.
Letting Trevor in in full has been far more wonderful, even if there is adjusting to do. Configuring sofa combinations for three instead of two, and the agony of choosing who to kiss first when it comes to it. Those things are comforts in their ways. Joys to have to adjust to, even as some questions remain. (Furniture in the bedroom stands proud among them.)
It's something that rises to the top of Alucard's head again as Trevor bids him good night, and sticks there when Alucard goes to find the source of that oh.]
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Letting Trevor in in full has been far more wonderful, even if there is adjusting to do. Configuring sofa combinations for three instead of two, and the agony of choosing who to kiss first when it comes to it. Those things are comforts in their ways. Joys to have to adjust to, even as some questions remain. (Furniture in the bedroom stands proud among them.)
It's something that rises to the top of Alucard's head again as Trevor bids him good night, and sticks there when Alucard goes to find the source of that oh.]
...We're not back that late, are we?
[He has no idea what time it is, in truth.]