[Alucard's own hand responds by winding strands of Trevor's hair around his fingers, the letting go. The action repeats with a pleasant idleness, the joy of simply having the texture of Trevor's hair under his hands.
This is so much. He'd feel overwhelmed if this wasn't in dreams.
His feet nudge against Trevor's. Just to be there.]
no subject
[Alucard's own hand responds by winding strands of Trevor's hair around his fingers, the letting go. The action repeats with a pleasant idleness, the joy of simply having the texture of Trevor's hair under his hands.
This is so much. He'd feel overwhelmed if this wasn't in dreams.
His feet nudge against Trevor's. Just to be there.]
I'm not. Don't worry about it.