[The flat tone is a near terror, but that fades just as soon as Trevor's hands ghosts over his cheek. He needed this a week ago. Just for a moment. Just to be reassured in all the ways that steel and grit and sheer furious purpose weren't.
It's not quite normal, but it is close enough. Enough for Alucard to close his eyes and simply let this happen, the hand still so gently latched onto Trevor's guiding it downwards to Alucard's hip.]
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It's not quite normal, but it is close enough. Enough for Alucard to close his eyes and simply let this happen, the hand still so gently latched onto Trevor's guiding it downwards to Alucard's hip.]