Alucard doesn't know why his brain settles on that. But it does. It is the middle of the night, the city is exhausted, and the two of them have been blanketed in blessed silence. The feeling is wonderful, coupled with the warmth of Trevor around him.
He's still warm. Alucard ought to hold onto that for as long as he can and...
There's a faint, pained laugh that sneaks out at Trevor's comment.]
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Alucard doesn't know why his brain settles on that. But it does. It is the middle of the night, the city is exhausted, and the two of them have been blanketed in blessed silence. The feeling is wonderful, coupled with the warmth of Trevor around him.
He's still warm. Alucard ought to hold onto that for as long as he can and...
There's a faint, pained laugh that sneaks out at Trevor's comment.]
My mother's.
[He inherited so much from her.]