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[cryptsleeper]

[They absolutely didn't. And Alucard still hasn't let go.]

I suppose so.

[Alucard falls quiet again.]

...Are you going to show off your flying skills for Sypha?

[quickwhip]

[ Flying skills? Oh Oh... ]

Considering I wound up naked in some alley? Probably not.

[cryptsleeper]

Wait.

[Give him a second. To not laugh.]

That's what happened?

[quickwhip]

[ ... ]

Maybe.

[cryptsleeper]

[Alucard pauses. And....]

We'll have to pack you an extra change of clothes and make sure you take the pack with you in that form then. That's easy enough.

[quickwhip]

Yeah. Guess so.

[ He just... hums in regards to that, letting his gaze drift down again. ]

Anyways. That's all I wanted to talk to you about.

[cryptsleeper]

I might've told her about the flying part too.

[Just so they're clear.]

Do you want me to let go?

[quickwhip]

[ Of course he did.

But, silent for a long moment, Trevor lets his gaze remain fixed on the flooring before he finally speaks. ]

Might as well.

[cryptsleeper]

[Alucard sighs, and then finally withdraws his arms from around Trevor. He doesn't like this, the feeling of regression. But he is in no place to do more.]

If you insist.

[quickwhip]

[ Bruised fingers still digging into his arms, he slowly gets himself up then and stands there. He wants to say the hug was only done because he told Alucard he didn't have to pretend caring anymore but he... just sighs instead. He feels tired. Empty. Wonders if Alucard can even feel that through the bond or if there's just nothing there to feel. Maybe he can just sleep. ]

I'll keep an eye on Hector.

[cryptsleeper]

...Okay.

[He can feel that emptiness now. Alucard knows and understands the feeling, and he hates it for himself. It's worse with Trevor.]

But come back?

[quickwhip]

Don't I always?

[ It's said with a smile on his face, but it's still just as empty as he feels on the inside. Finally, he finds himself letting go of his arms and goes to make his leave from the blond's room. He's tired. Maybe... he can just sleep. ]