[The hand traveling up Sypha's spine had stopped when she pulled away, when talking began again. Now, most of the way up to her shoulders, it finishes it's route, and finds it's way to where hair and neck meet. There's hair there, and Alucard idly wraps some of it around his fingers. Short like this is the style these days, isn't it? Yes. That's easier to think about than what he's afraid of.
Because the short answer is everything. Beyond her, he's alone in the world for the first time, and there is a difference between preferring time alone and being alone entirely.
There is also an easy answer. One that if he was with anyone else, he'd close his eyes before confessing. Alucard can only imagine that he will be chided for such an action, and so his gaze remains on her.]
Grief can be...overwhelming, most days. I'd hate for that to be the only bedrock of this.
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Because the short answer is everything. Beyond her, he's alone in the world for the first time, and there is a difference between preferring time alone and being alone entirely.
There is also an easy answer. One that if he was with anyone else, he'd close his eyes before confessing. Alucard can only imagine that he will be chided for such an action, and so his gaze remains on her.]
Grief can be...overwhelming, most days. I'd hate for that to be the only bedrock of this.