[ Alucard's fingers lace into his hair and all at once every nerve in his body snaps to attention, like plants turning to face the sun. It doesn't hurt. It's the one fucking thing that doesn't hurt, and his voice comes out choked. He pushes his head into Alucard's hand slightly. ]
I'm sorry.
[ He needs to gt up. Get up and try to remember where he dropped the crutches and get to work. Downstairs, Sypha is still trying to talk Agatha down and convince her that she doesn't need to rush to her adopted grandchild's side (oh, things are tense between all of them right now, but that doesn't mean Agatha won't storm the castle with Father Robert in tow to make sure he's okay). He needs to get up and take the phone from her, figure out how many people have figured out the extent of Alucard's condition, set about scaring them into silence-
He does none of this, just presses into the hand in his hair and mumbles something unintelligible and- ]
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I'm sorry.
[ He needs to gt up. Get up and try to remember where he dropped the crutches and get to work. Downstairs, Sypha is still trying to talk Agatha down and convince her that she doesn't need to rush to her adopted grandchild's side (oh, things are tense between all of them right now, but that doesn't mean Agatha won't storm the castle with Father Robert in tow to make sure he's okay). He needs to get up and take the phone from her, figure out how many people have figured out the extent of Alucard's condition, set about scaring them into silence-
He does none of this, just presses into the hand in his hair and mumbles something unintelligible and- ]
-sorry. Fucked everything up. You deserve better.