[Alucard's not clocked that his own behavior right now is so close to Trevor's when he becomes all boneless and wonderful and adoring. All he knows is that right now he feels far better than he has in actual months, and that he wants to cling to it.
Except clinging also says something about stress, so maybe the right term is to lie down and luxuriate in it like the spoiled princeling he is. Whatever. Let him be that spoiled princeling right now, he's earned it. Just as Trevor's earned the sigh of absolute happiness as Trevor's thumb moves over his cheek.]
We have, yes. [He's thoughtful as he says it.] How shall we do that today?
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Except clinging also says something about stress, so maybe the right term is to lie down and luxuriate in it like the spoiled princeling he is. Whatever. Let him be that spoiled princeling right now, he's earned it. Just as Trevor's earned the sigh of absolute happiness as Trevor's thumb moves over his cheek.]
We have, yes. [He's thoughtful as he says it.] How shall we do that today?