[Alucard pauses just long enough to dry his hands. No one wants wet, cold vampire hands, those are just gross. Once he's satisfied, his fingertips ghost over Trevor's hand. Unsteady and unsure.
It doesn't feel right.
But they're both worried. He knows that.
So his hand goes into Trevor's regardless of how wrong it feels from Alucard's perspecitve.]
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It doesn't feel right.
But they're both worried. He knows that.
So his hand goes into Trevor's regardless of how wrong it feels from Alucard's perspecitve.]