[He goes a little slack the more Trevor rubs. It feels good. Soothing. A reminder that not every touch is going to be laced with bad intent, and for that he gets to a much softer place. Eyes closing, the drape of hair moving over his face and Alucard failing to fix it back to where it ought to be.
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This is good. Amazing for him even.]
I don't want to push our luck.