[Exactly as he'd suggested, where he'd been verbose and even rambling with the benefit of text, when the conversation switches over to audio things abruptly go almost unsettlingly silent. The feed is on, the channel open, but the only sounds coming through are the white noise of the apartment in the background, and the faint sound of his breathing, and the beating of his heart.

It takes a long time. It's obvious he's deep in his own head, thinking and stringing sentences together and testing them to destruction before they ever get close to his tongue.

But finally, he draws a breath.]

"Going to sleep" is just sugarcoating what you're really going to do. Going to sleep just means being alone and waiting to die.

It's none of my business. You'll do what you think is right.

But my life will be worse with no Alucard banging on my door asking if I know what ice cream is. Or posting stupid pictures of me on the internet. Or diagnosing me with bastarditis.

You told me once that no one would miss you and you're wrong.