Mm. 'f I forget to tell you later - really, really don't touch the fucking laundry hamper, once we're home. I'll deal with it when I can.

[ In truth, just admitting he needed to sleep's knocked most of the awake out of him and he takes the keys with a mumble of thanks (it's good that Alucard handed them over, because he'd have never caught them). It's hard to believe right now that he's sober, let alone that he's a soldier and a vampire hunter trained from birth.

And he does go to sleep in the back of the car again, upper half of his body sprawled over the back seat and tangled up in seatbelts. And he sleeps through the drive back, only waking once the car pulls to a halt. ]

Mmph.

[ The seatbelts. He can't figure out how to free himself from them. ]