[For the first few minutes that Trevor is gone, Alucard lays where he is, doing nothing at all and no particular thought coming into his head. Trevor will be back soon, and that will be permission to doze for several hours at least. There's no work to worry about tomorrow, which is a blessing in and of itself, and Alucard fully expects himself to sleep until noon.
Except soon passes, and Trevor doesn't return. Alucard's eyes move over to the clock that sits on his nightstand, the digital numbers telling him that more time has passed than required for such a simple errand. A soft sigh follows that revelation, and it's one laced with worry.]
Of course.
[Two words, said softly and with far more melancholy in them than even Alucard expected. This, whatever it is, it makes Trevor think too much. Alucard is no expert on the man's brain, but he can't imagine that this absence is due to happy thoughts.
He grabs a hairtie from that same nightstand and pulls all of his hair back (it is, unsurprisingly, an absolute mess and not one that's getting addressed until later). It's the only action he has any energy for, and by the time Trevor does return, Alucard is in the same position as before, the only difference being his hair's attempt at decency.
Keen gold eyes watch as Trevor settles down on the bed. Alucard doesn't reach for the water glass immediately either, not until Trevor's settled and...
...the empty glass is concerning. The question is too, but it needs to be put into the open. Sypha would demand that much of them both.]
I...I suppose that's one way to phrase it, yes. [They're words said with a slightly distant tone of voice. One that's carefully considering what to say.] But it leads to the easy response of I don't know.
[Alucard frowns at a flyaway that dares to enter his field of vision.]
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Except soon passes, and Trevor doesn't return. Alucard's eyes move over to the clock that sits on his nightstand, the digital numbers telling him that more time has passed than required for such a simple errand. A soft sigh follows that revelation, and it's one laced with worry.]
Of course.
[Two words, said softly and with far more melancholy in them than even Alucard expected. This, whatever it is, it makes Trevor think too much. Alucard is no expert on the man's brain, but he can't imagine that this absence is due to happy thoughts.
He grabs a hairtie from that same nightstand and pulls all of his hair back (it is, unsurprisingly, an absolute mess and not one that's getting addressed until later). It's the only action he has any energy for, and by the time Trevor does return, Alucard is in the same position as before, the only difference being his hair's attempt at decency.
Keen gold eyes watch as Trevor settles down on the bed. Alucard doesn't reach for the water glass immediately either, not until Trevor's settled and...
...the empty glass is concerning. The question is too, but it needs to be put into the open. Sypha would demand that much of them both.]
I...I suppose that's one way to phrase it, yes. [They're words said with a slightly distant tone of voice. One that's carefully considering what to say.] But it leads to the easy response of I don't know.
[Alucard frowns at a flyaway that dares to enter his field of vision.]
I've assumed it is building to something.