[ He continues to hold Alucard's hand for a few more seconds, brushing a thumb over his knuckles. Even if he knows it doesn't help. Even if he knows it's making it worse. It's still his first instinct, from years of living with only his siblings, that this would be how to comfort someone.
But eventually, he does let go. He's working mostly blind, so he brushes his fingertips over the skin below the wound, feeling where the trauma has made it a little warmer to figure out where to sew without touching the injury itself. His work isn't as neat as Alucard's, but it's serviceable and quick. ]
There. [ He moves back, sighing. ] Was that really so hard?
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But eventually, he does let go. He's working mostly blind, so he brushes his fingertips over the skin below the wound, feeling where the trauma has made it a little warmer to figure out where to sew without touching the injury itself. His work isn't as neat as Alucard's, but it's serviceable and quick. ]
There. [ He moves back, sighing. ] Was that really so hard?