[Alucard's not sure he expected we should talk to end with this, but he's relieved for it. He wouldn't venture happy into the equation, because the circumstances are still dire and worrisome. But this is better, and it is hard for that note of relief not to bleed into all of this.
Flat on his back he may be, but his arms don't move far. The hand that was in Trevor's hair rests against his cheek now, thumb rubbing in small, soft circles, the other hanging freely off the side of the sofa. For now.
An impossibly warm laugh bubbles up from deep in his belly, and it comes with a fleeting smile.]
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Flat on his back he may be, but his arms don't move far. The hand that was in Trevor's hair rests against his cheek now, thumb rubbing in small, soft circles, the other hanging freely off the side of the sofa. For now.
An impossibly warm laugh bubbles up from deep in his belly, and it comes with a fleeting smile.]
I could say the exact same thing to you, Trevor.