[ of course he is. alucard takes a normal drink of this next glass, at least not chugging the whole thing.
he knows, logically, that eventually the pain and self-loathing will wane back to normal, but now they're sharp in his chest.
trevor's arm feels strange. not bad, just strange. no one touches him, much less touches him like this. it's such a rare thing that he finds himself leaning into it slightly without even realizing it, an affection-starved dog, though he'd be loath to admit it. ]
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[ of course he is. alucard takes a normal drink of this next glass, at least not chugging the whole thing.
he knows, logically, that eventually the pain and self-loathing will wane back to normal, but now they're sharp in his chest.
trevor's arm feels strange. not bad, just strange. no one touches him, much less touches him like this. it's such a rare thing that he finds himself leaning into it slightly without even realizing it, an affection-starved dog, though he'd be loath to admit it. ]