I'll get the wheelchair in a few minutes then.

[He wishes he could offer to carry Trevor instead. Scoop him up and tote him around like the precious, precious thing he is. The wonderful thing he is, still so alive.

At the confession that he bit Carmilla, a soft, horrified noise escapes.]

I...I'm glad you failed. I don't think you could have managed it in the long run, Belmont. [This is just useful for now. But he has to confess though.]

We....[Fuck him.] We thought about turning. Just for a moment, when we were scared stupid that we'd lose you.