[Alucard accepts the correction but he doesn't react to it. He'll let himself clarify later, but...but there's arms around him. Different ones than the ones he has relied on for what seems like years already. (It's only been months. Alucard's not sure that he'll ever celebrate that anniversary because it's too fraught with other emotions.) They're warm in a different way, closer to how the heated floors work in the castle rather than being embraced by a fireplace.
He stays there, quiet. Wraps his arms around Trevor in turn, because if this is finally happening then by God he's making sure this is finally happening in the proper way. Alucard's forehead rests on Trevor's shoulder. This is...good. There's color back in his face.]
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He stays there, quiet. Wraps his arms around Trevor in turn, because if this is finally happening then by God he's making sure this is finally happening in the proper way. Alucard's forehead rests on Trevor's shoulder. This is...good. There's color back in his face.]
Those statements apply to you as well.