[ Shit. He can feel his heart racing already. Alucard can almost certainly hear it, and that thought only moves his blood faster. He puts the kit down an the movement is so slow and controlled that anyone could be forgiven for thinking that it were something fragile or dangerous.
Steadily, so steadily, he kneels on the sofa, knees at either side of Alucard's waist, resting his weight upon his lap. There's a reverence to the way he lifts one hand, not stroking Alucard's hair but tracing over it in the air, palm always a finger's width from touching him. The other hand clutches the back of the sofa, and every knuckle he has left is white with the effort. ]
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Steadily, so steadily, he kneels on the sofa, knees at either side of Alucard's waist, resting his weight upon his lap. There's a reverence to the way he lifts one hand, not stroking Alucard's hair but tracing over it in the air, palm always a finger's width from touching him. The other hand clutches the back of the sofa, and every knuckle he has left is white with the effort. ]