[ He takes the crust from the toast, gnawing at it. It's- a start. An attempt at solid food.
His time with Lisa never really grows more comfortable. Oh, she's kind, but her mind never ceases. He feels a little like a circle being drawn with only straight lines. She asks how the day can be shorter, says that surely that means it's longer on the other side of the world. She says that the sun is out there past the sky somewhere and the world is turning around it and that it makes no sense at all that it's been divided up and part of it dragged into hell. She doesn't believe, not without proof, and it's only a willingness to stop asking questions when he seems pained that keeps that from being fatal to him in his weakened state.
Alucard is easier. He asks as many questions, but he's also something impossible. It's less uncomfortable. Dracula doesn't question in the same way, he knows that there are things that make no sense. But he's Dracula. He's scary. Trevor tries to sleep rather than dealing with him.
He's been more respectful of Alucard's space since that first night after the examination. He stays perched on his bed and doesn't speak much. He weaves to occupy himself, because he has to try to repay Lisa somehow and silk is all he can make.
It's a week after the rescue that, actually looking up from his work, he speaks to Alucard again. ]
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His time with Lisa never really grows more comfortable. Oh, she's kind, but her mind never ceases. He feels a little like a circle being drawn with only straight lines. She asks how the day can be shorter, says that surely that means it's longer on the other side of the world. She says that the sun is out there past the sky somewhere and the world is turning around it and that it makes no sense at all that it's been divided up and part of it dragged into hell. She doesn't believe, not without proof, and it's only a willingness to stop asking questions when he seems pained that keeps that from being fatal to him in his weakened state.
Alucard is easier. He asks as many questions, but he's also something impossible. It's less uncomfortable. Dracula doesn't question in the same way, he knows that there are things that make no sense. But he's Dracula. He's scary. Trevor tries to sleep rather than dealing with him.
He's been more respectful of Alucard's space since that first night after the examination. He stays perched on his bed and doesn't speak much. He weaves to occupy himself, because he has to try to repay Lisa somehow and silk is all he can make.
It's a week after the rescue that, actually looking up from his work, he speaks to Alucard again. ]
I could be your husband.