[Alucard makes every effort to help with removing his shirt. He arcs and twists and then laughs when it seems like Trevor's attempts are failing but...there. They've figured it out, and his hair is as perfect as it could ever be.
When Trevor stares, Alucard reaches out. Puts one hand on Trevor's forearm and strokes up and down. It's there. He's being gentle. And Alucard doesn't know how else to make it clear how happy he is.]
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When Trevor stares, Alucard reaches out. Puts one hand on Trevor's forearm and strokes up and down. It's there. He's being gentle. And Alucard doesn't know how else to make it clear how happy he is.]
I could stand to hear it a few more times.
[it's nice, being told it.]
I could listen to it forever.