[ Okay, that's weird and not sexy. Trevor removes his hand from Alucard's hair and backs away, looking him over. He extends a hand then thinks better of it. Shit. He doesn't know what to do about this. ]
I'm here. Adrian, I'm here.
I'm here, Adrian. I'm here.
[ The weight against Alucard's chest remains, even with Trevor gone. The cold, dead weight of those bodies in the slaughterhouse, pinning him down. The hand is still in his hair, twisting into a cold, tight fist. ]
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I'm here. Adrian, I'm here.
I'm here, Adrian. I'm here.
[ The weight against Alucard's chest remains, even with Trevor gone. The cold, dead weight of those bodies in the slaughterhouse, pinning him down. The hand is still in his hair, twisting into a cold, tight fist. ]