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[Adrian rolls his eyes, but the distress is softened enough by time that he restrains the rest of his reaction. Considering his current state of mind, best he doesn't think too hard about any of this.]

Yes, well, you should see how dramatic someone can be when they haven't felt ill since Atlantis.

[He's laughing longer now, trying not to rub his eyes when Adrian is taking care of his hands]

Oh my god. I wish I could have been there to see it.

[Only a strict sense of medical ethics keeps him from deliberately poking a wound.]

Certainly the only time I've seen my father turn down my cooking. Well, since the mud pie stage of things. So. When... when they're back, there's a nasty bit of nausea in with the rest, keep that in mind.

If every time I got the stomach flu instead of dying, I wouldn't mind it so much.

Hang on. Did you die here?

No, though it was a near thing that port.

[Still a little punchy, he keeps talking when he probably shouldn't.]

I'm not used to having to worry about things like cold.

[he is just radiating sick delight]

Oh, no. Did you have to put on a jacket? Figure out the joys of sneezing?

[This is actually an excellent plan. Being irritated with Trevor is much better than being numbly sick with grief.]

Merely skirted the edges of hypothermia. Eventually I got dragged into a tent by--

[Well, it was an excellent plan.]

[he can have a guess who Adrian was rescued by. And he glances up, nudging Adrian's foot with his own boot]

Oy. Zone out after you patch me up.

[He shakes his head and doesn't acknowledge the lapse.]

They're not usually that bad. I'm under the impression that last port with the giant food was much more typical.

You think it's getting worse?

Hard to say? I've been here about half a year. There are much longer tenures whose impulses would be more useful.

[He ties off the last bandage.]

There, that'll see you through.

Thanks.

[He examines his arms, checking them over]

Well. You're a credit to your human side, Alucard.

Whose medical knowledge is owing to the vampire side. I can't be disassembled for easy storage, more's the pity.

[He straightened, not really trying to fight his odd morose mood now the task is over.]

Fine. You're a credit to the teachings of your parents. Happy?

Wait, no. You're never happy.

[He relaxes the teasing a little, exhaling when he sees Alucard's expression]

Admiral's a necromancer. You know that.

Mm.

[He shakes his head, not wanting to make anything worse when Trevor's clearly no better off than he is. Rather than make it worse, he walks up the few steps from the bathroom, reaches behind one of the big, intimidating pillars, and comes out with a couple bottles of wine. He's laid off considerably lately, in light of supplies, and because here he is only rarely left so utterly miserable that there's only one possible escape from his own head. But he's still got a bit stashed. He holds one up for Trevor mutely.]

[Oh, is it sad drinking time? Trevor is here for that, especially so soon after coming back in blood and debris not his own. He takes the offered bottle with a nod of thanks and goes to sit down on the steps leading to the bathroom]

[It's only ever an inch from sad drinking time, Trevor.]

I'd tell you to find someplace more comfortable, but my only furniture is a coffin. So.

[He drops down one step up from Trevor. The bottles, lifted from the lounge, are of modern make. Adrian is a fan of screw-tops. Efficiency.]

[He raises the bottle to clink against Adrian's own and opens the top of it]

This is fine. Everyone's so fucking quick to shower me with comforts so they can take them away as punishment.

This is a nice bottle.

One of those future things, I think. In a world where everyone has technology like the castle's, you can spend your time making glass all pretty and putting...

[He pauses to check.]

A pretty horsey on paper to paste to the bottle?

[Trevor snorts, audible]

Say 'pretty horsey' in that tone of voice again.

[Adrian has only just cracked into the wine, and cannot blame it for being a bit... loopy. There's a place where hysteria is a little more welcome than the vast, threatening emptiness, and he'll let Trevor get the better of him if he can stay there.]

You look at this and describe it as something other than a pretty fucking horsey.

[He turns the bottle around and cracks a grin]

Well, would you look at that..

[Trevor, with the label facing Adrian, bounces the bottle up and away a few times to make the horse look like he's galloping]

[Not backing down. This pointless absurdity is now the most important thing in the world.]

Commit to it and do a horse noise, you coward.

[He takes a pull off his bottle. A generous one.]

[He snorts, but commits to the bit and makes a shit impression of a whinny, flushing when his voice cracks. He puts the bottle down with a laugh]

Aaaaaah, fuck you.

[Adrian snorts. It's a little thin and frantic, and a breakdown in his reserve is always a sign of... something, but it's an honest if frankly ridiculous noise.]

Did I tell you about the almost certainly not-actually-a-horse horse?

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