It's only been a day or so since they've been back. Only a few days and already he knows that the fort has set him back nearly twenty years of recovery. Once more, he can't sleep for when he closes his eyes, he sees what he's done. He sees it and he's reminded that he didn't hate it. He'd even enjoyed it, which is somewhat worse than the ghosts and the bloody nightmares.

He can't numb it with anything so he can only seek out his secondary drug of choice. Being useful. Helping his friends. Which is why he shows up at Alucard's door the third morning in, utterly unaware of the sort of horrors that might be waiting behind that door.

He's just checking on him. Seeing if his friend is back yet. Making sure he's okay. So whatever is behind that door is going to get a proper knock on the door. It screams butler, as does the smooth cockney through the door. "Don't know if you're in or not yet, mate. Haven't seen hide nor hair of you since...then. Worried for you, is all. Going to let meself in. Give the place a bit of a tidy, so when you come back, you won't have to come back to the same mess I did."