[ he sighs, shifting how he sits, and baskerville settles on the bed instead of his legs, tail thumping slowly on the mattress like he's trying to encourage them or something equally cute but ill-advised. he's trying. alucard watches him a moment before returning his attention to anderson. ]

Of course I'm upset about it. It's just easier to be angry with outside forces than it is to be angry with you. Though I am, to an extent, unable to fully excise the fact that I am, still, angry with you.

[ a shrug. but what's being asked of him is--he doesn't know what to say. he looks away, thinking, then when he looks across to him in the doorway he shakes his head helplessly. ]

It's not like anyone's ever tried to make anything up to me. I don't even know what to ask for. I do want things to be better, to make life easier again, but I don't know what will do that.