[ Eventually he flops to one side himself, onto the pillows, arms still around Alucard. At some point in the night there are footsteps and he stirs just a little before a warm weight settles against his back. Warmth and pressure against his back always seems to keep him asleep.
Sypha can't sleep alone, these days.
And that's how they are, through the night. There's no light at dawn, not through the heavy curtains that make up the little soft space they occupy. And so Sypha doesn't stir and Trevor doesn't move even when he does wake, still holding Alucard close. ]
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Sypha can't sleep alone, these days.
And that's how they are, through the night. There's no light at dawn, not through the heavy curtains that make up the little soft space they occupy. And so Sypha doesn't stir and Trevor doesn't move even when he does wake, still holding Alucard close. ]