[Alucard's done this an awful lot lately. Falling into awkward silences when he has nothing else to say. Wanting those words to come and then wanting to scream when they don't. It's horribly frustrating and he hates it, and all that's left for him is gestures.
He leans down and puts a kiss to Trevor's forehead. Not the top of his head, but forehead. It's quick and unsure, but God it's trying so hard to say I love you.]
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[Alucard's done this an awful lot lately. Falling into awkward silences when he has nothing else to say. Wanting those words to come and then wanting to scream when they don't. It's horribly frustrating and he hates it, and all that's left for him is gestures.
He leans down and puts a kiss to Trevor's forehead. Not the top of his head, but forehead. It's quick and unsure, but God it's trying so hard to say I love you.]