[ ah, he's still helping. alucard appreciates that too, though he doesn't exactly appreciate the way the conversation is going: he doesn't think he's being odd at all. he also doesn't understand that anderson might be hurting, or why: it's clear he's always been obsessed with both of them, and that should be enough.

(he really doesn't understand emotions.)

he shakes his head, scowling. ]

I'm not being odd about it. I'm mad being killed ruined my plans. I thought someone from home appearing was pertinent information for you to know.

[ god!!!!

anyway. his knee bends properly, and he watches it, testing out his arms as well and shrugging. ]

I think I'm alright now.

[ eventually he sighs, leaning in to brush his lips along anderson's jaw. it's affectionate, openly so, in contrast to his earlier agitation. ]

Thanks. For helping me out.