[There's no need for blankets right now. Not really, it's warm enough, but with his foot, Alucard kicks one thin one up anyway. Moves it juuuust enough so that he can then grab it and drape it over them both, pulling it up to Trevor's shoulders and then letting it stay there. Easy to do.
Then his hands settle. One on Trevor's mid-back, not daring to move because spines are apparently very sensitive Belmont things, the other on his shoulder, thumb tracing soft and idle circles. This is good. Warm. Safe. Made all the better for the hands in his hair.]
Well, want is different. [He sighs, all contentment just at the thought.] I'd like that very much.
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Then his hands settle. One on Trevor's mid-back, not daring to move because spines are apparently very sensitive Belmont things, the other on his shoulder, thumb tracing soft and idle circles. This is good. Warm. Safe. Made all the better for the hands in his hair.]
Well, want is different. [He sighs, all contentment just at the thought.] I'd like that very much.