[When Alucard's hand reaches down, it's to brush some of the hair away from Trevor's forehead. To arrange everything just so, and to try and make him feel just a little bit better. Alucard knows he's maybe said too much. But he can't seem to make himself care.]

I don't know. I think those kinds of statements end with kisses.

[His hand moves down, resting gingerly atop the bandage again.]

We can only ask that you continue to be yourself. Nothing more or less.