[This...all of this is what counterbalances all the awfulness of the memories, in the end. Having the reassurances of touch because there's so damned gentle and a million other adjectives besides. They'd make him melt if it was just the three of them piled together in front of the fire, Sypha and himself reading while Trevor just held on and tried to distract them from time to time. It's beyond reassurance, it's beyond just talking about what happened, it's returning to something so very familiar.
And it's happened over the course of these sessions. The jackassery. The judgement for bad ways of handling wounds. None of them are whole for it, but it is so much better than what it was.
His stillness now is the kind of natural, relaxed one that was always around him. How Alucard acted when there was all right with things around him. He doesn't want Trevor to stop doing what he's doing, but rules are rules. So he lets the scene continue for a minute more before nodding.]
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And it's happened over the course of these sessions. The jackassery. The judgement for bad ways of handling wounds. None of them are whole for it, but it is so much better than what it was.
His stillness now is the kind of natural, relaxed one that was always around him. How Alucard acted when there was all right with things around him. He doesn't want Trevor to stop doing what he's doing, but rules are rules. So he lets the scene continue for a minute more before nodding.]
As much as I can be prepared, I am.