[ Before he even wakes, Trevor's hand flies from Alucard's chest to the hand closest to Sypha and holds it still. There'll be guilt over that, later. He trusts Alucard absolutely, but some instincts remain. He knows the sound of vampiric hissing, recognizes the sound of claws on the blankets, and in sleep he cannot think of it as anything other than danger.
But he does wake. He's easy to mistake for a heavy sleeper, when the opposite is true. He's a light sleeper, just one who can sort between a matter that needs his attention and one that can be tuned out without truly waking. Sypha getting up in the night to light a candle (they are not candles, the lamps by their bed that run on lightning, but he still calls them that) and read - that he can sleep through just fine. Alucard getting his long hair caught uncomfortably beneath one of their bodies and having to free himself, he won't wake for. This, though- this needs his attention. ]
Mmph.
[ He looks at Alucard through his good eye. There's no frustration on his face. And it usually is frustration, if it's a nightmare, by the time either of them wake to witness it. They know that, by now, and so it's a matter of Trevor lifting one or the other of them to rearrange them so that Alucard is in the middle, of Sypha blocking the door with ice so that not being closest to it ceases to be a problem, and of the three of them lying there in silence. Terror, though. Terror is new. Terror he doesn't know what to do with. ]
-'s it hurt? [ He mumbles sleepily. To which the answer is almost certainly 'yes'. But specifically he means whether that was the reason for the sudden outburst. ]
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But he does wake. He's easy to mistake for a heavy sleeper, when the opposite is true. He's a light sleeper, just one who can sort between a matter that needs his attention and one that can be tuned out without truly waking. Sypha getting up in the night to light a candle (they are not candles, the lamps by their bed that run on lightning, but he still calls them that) and read - that he can sleep through just fine. Alucard getting his long hair caught uncomfortably beneath one of their bodies and having to free himself, he won't wake for. This, though- this needs his attention. ]
Mmph.
[ He looks at Alucard through his good eye. There's no frustration on his face. And it usually is frustration, if it's a nightmare, by the time either of them wake to witness it. They know that, by now, and so it's a matter of Trevor lifting one or the other of them to rearrange them so that Alucard is in the middle, of Sypha blocking the door with ice so that not being closest to it ceases to be a problem, and of the three of them lying there in silence. Terror, though. Terror is new. Terror he doesn't know what to do with. ]
-'s it hurt? [ He mumbles sleepily. To which the answer is almost certainly 'yes'. But specifically he means whether that was the reason for the sudden outburst. ]