[Alucard's practically drifting when he feels pillows against his back. They're soft, but that's all they register as. Simply present. Soft. Cooling, and he needs that so bad right now. It's so easy to drift, over sensitive and every sensation lingering.
All he manages, in the end, is to rest his head against Trevor. A single arm is slung around the Belmont, fingers curling into other soft things, but even then that's just. It's too much.
So he lays there, eyes closed, ears focused on Trevor's heartbeat. Easier to focus on one thing right now. To move from that to the fingers on his back, their soft circles and...
...no. He still can't manage words. Not for a few minutes more, until he whispers:]
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All he manages, in the end, is to rest his head against Trevor. A single arm is slung around the Belmont, fingers curling into other soft things, but even then that's just. It's too much.
So he lays there, eyes closed, ears focused on Trevor's heartbeat. Easier to focus on one thing right now. To move from that to the fingers on his back, their soft circles and...
...no. He still can't manage words. Not for a few minutes more, until he whispers:]
Trevor?