[Alucard's seen Trevor drunk. This isn't drunk, this isn't anywhere near how he is when the Belmont's drunk. This is something else entirely, and he's not sure what to make of it quite yet. It looks like sensory overload from the outside, and he's a little afraid he's done something to actually damage Trevor.
That thought's gone when they kiss again. When Trevor's in his arms. He's just...God, he's happy, isn't he? Overwhelmed for it, perhaps, but that's fine. Trevor should be like this more often, and at the moment, more often is now. The only question is how to keep the momentum going.
He kisses the top of Trevor's head, and it's the easiest thing to start guiding him inside.]
No, it's him. The stubble's impossible to replicate.
[Inside the house. Over to the stairs, and Alucard nudges Trevor gently.]
Do you need to lean on me for this?
[Because Trevor is about two seconds away from getting scooped up in full.]
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That thought's gone when they kiss again. When Trevor's in his arms. He's just...God, he's happy, isn't he? Overwhelmed for it, perhaps, but that's fine. Trevor should be like this more often, and at the moment, more often is now. The only question is how to keep the momentum going.
He kisses the top of Trevor's head, and it's the easiest thing to start guiding him inside.]
No, it's him. The stubble's impossible to replicate.
[Inside the house. Over to the stairs, and Alucard nudges Trevor gently.]
Do you need to lean on me for this?
[Because Trevor is about two seconds away from getting scooped up in full.]