[The noise is a soft rumble of acknowledgement, both of Trevor's words and the gesture of a hand through his hair. It's selfish, this moment. Childish. Alucard's seen his father for all of just a minute, and here Trevor has had a solid 24 hours of uncertainty if this year would be the year he's dragged to hell.
Yet it's offered without hesitation. Probably better for Trevor not to be thinking about another year of surviving. He's doubtlessly built up the right rituals for himself, ways to wait out the vigil.
The sofa may be all they see. This moment is safe enough. He has no desire to disturb it.]
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[The noise is a soft rumble of acknowledgement, both of Trevor's words and the gesture of a hand through his hair. It's selfish, this moment. Childish. Alucard's seen his father for all of just a minute, and here Trevor has had a solid 24 hours of uncertainty if this year would be the year he's dragged to hell.
Yet it's offered without hesitation. Probably better for Trevor not to be thinking about another year of surviving. He's doubtlessly built up the right rituals for himself, ways to wait out the vigil.
The sofa may be all they see. This moment is safe enough. He has no desire to disturb it.]