[ At that, he relaxes. He’s already pressed against Alucard’s chest but he sinks further. The one thing he’s been able to admit to himself that he’s afraid of won’t come to pass. It’s an immense relief. Eventually, his breathing becomes steady. He wants to stay awake, to enjoy the luxury of being between them both again, but this is the first time in days that the pain has relented enough to let him rest. He’s safe and warm and comfortable, and those things make it all too easy to drift off. ]
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Tired.