[Alucard lets out a soft oof as Trevor's weight presses down against him. He wasn't prepared for this particular possibility, and yet here he is. A creature who's spent decades trying to murder his own father in cold blood is here, sobbing into his chest and managing a small amount of comfort from it.
He's not sure what to do. Where his hands should go. What any protocol is in this situation.
Eventually, Alucard's hands just. Pat the top of Trevor's head gently, unsure if that's helping but certain it can't be hurting.]
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He's not sure what to do. Where his hands should go. What any protocol is in this situation.
Eventually, Alucard's hands just. Pat the top of Trevor's head gently, unsure if that's helping but certain it can't be hurting.]