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[quickwhip]

[ Well, he has a point there. So, with a nod, he falls into Alucard a bit and just lets his head rest against the blond's shoulder. It's funny. Here he's never done much in the way of closeness with another and now, gentle and still clumsy as this right here is, it could very well mean nothing at all to him once he's completely turned. ]

Can I still chew on you?

[cryptsleeper]

My hair for tonight. We'll get you something better to chew on that isn't me tomorrow.

[Alucard sighs. Not flesh. Trevor's not ready for flesh at all.]

[quickwhip]

Ugh, fine.

[ With that, he drops himself back against the mattress and makes sure to pull Alucard down with him. ]

Probably don't taste good anyways.

[cryptsleeper]

No. I don't imagine I do.

[Alucard oofs softly as Trevor drags him down.

This is progress. Progress for them both. Talking like adults. Managing the awful things.]

Get some sleep, Belmont.

[quickwhip]

I'm turning into a bloody vampire. I'm not exactly sleepy, Alucard.

[ Yet he still lays there, arm somewhat draped around/across the blond. ]

But just sleep yourself. I'll... be here.

[cryptsleeper]

Humor me, at least, and try.

[Try and be human for as long as it can be managed.

Alucard sighs, saying nothing more. It had been a long evening even before Trevor crawled into bed beside him. Now? Now it has been exhaustive, and Alucard is happy to spend the night asleep.

He drifts off with little prompting. Five minutes hardly pass before he's asleep properly, turned on his side and pressing slightly closer to the Belmont.]