Alucard, lost in thought as he is, knows that much. He can lie and say he's fine, but Sypha will call him out in an instant. He can say nothing, and she'll prod at him until he speaks. He can be truthful to the degree of admitting he's thinking of his father, but that's a mood killer.
So the honest but vague answer it is. His fingers slide a little bit beyond those marks, curling around the back of her upper arm instead.
"Just tracing lines."
They both do it to Trevor in their idle moments. He rarely seems bothered by it. Alucard has no issue with either of them touching the horrid gash that marks the start of events that brought them together. This shouldn't be different and yet.
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Alucard, lost in thought as he is, knows that much. He can lie and say he's fine, but Sypha will call him out in an instant. He can say nothing, and she'll prod at him until he speaks. He can be truthful to the degree of admitting he's thinking of his father, but that's a mood killer.
So the honest but vague answer it is. His fingers slide a little bit beyond those marks, curling around the back of her upper arm instead.
"Just tracing lines."
They both do it to Trevor in their idle moments. He rarely seems bothered by it. Alucard has no issue with either of them touching the horrid gash that marks the start of events that brought them together. This shouldn't be different and yet.