[Unable to help himself, he reaches out as well when Alucard draws close, fingertips making the slightest contact with his bare stomach behind the dangling folds of the blanket draped around him. The image of Dio's fist penetrating through and through him still hasn't entirely gone away, and he knows it likely won't, not for a while.
His touch is light, searching. The scar Alucard bears is higher up, sliced across his chest, but his abdomen is smooth and whole; the injury was only there in their minds.]
Okay.
[He nods, lowering his eyes while he soaks in the sensation of clawtips against his skin.]
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His touch is light, searching. The scar Alucard bears is higher up, sliced across his chest, but his abdomen is smooth and whole; the injury was only there in their minds.]
Okay.
[He nods, lowering his eyes while he soaks in the sensation of clawtips against his skin.]
Are you hungry, too? Tell me the truth.