Okay. Just when it's us. I know...your name is a thing, for you. I get it, if you're Alucard outside of these walls.
[He runs his hands up Alucard's sides, then gently nudges him toward the shower spray, which by now has had ample time to heat; already, the air in the enclosed room is getting pleasantly humid, and the mirror has the slightest hint of fog clinging to its surface.]
Go on. I'll be right behind you.
[He draws a breath. Alucard, he reminds himself, is petrified of overstepping a boundary. He needs to know what's okay. Even when it feels gawky in his mouth or difficult to do — he needs to do it, for Alucard's sake.]
You can put your hands...it's okay to touch me. Like you've been doing, or...or whatever. Whatever feels right.
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[He runs his hands up Alucard's sides, then gently nudges him toward the shower spray, which by now has had ample time to heat; already, the air in the enclosed room is getting pleasantly humid, and the mirror has the slightest hint of fog clinging to its surface.]
Go on. I'll be right behind you.
[He draws a breath. Alucard, he reminds himself, is petrified of overstepping a boundary. He needs to know what's okay. Even when it feels gawky in his mouth or difficult to do — he needs to do it, for Alucard's sake.]
You can put your hands...it's okay to touch me. Like you've been doing, or...or whatever. Whatever feels right.