"What the hell was that Trevor?" Adrian hissed.
He kept his pace brisk as he strode down the hall, the drunk hunter supported by an arm around his side and his own thrown across Adrian's shoulders.
"That was Dracula," Trevor replied.
"I am perfectly aware of that. What I meant was why you were antagonizing him. And why-?" Adrian cleared his throat. "Why would you, specifically, mention... sex."
"I did?" Adrian glared at Trevor's face until it lit up with recognition. Unfortunately, the words were not what he wanted to hear. "We're gonna have sex?"
"No. No, Trevor." Adrian groaned and marched on. "Nevermind. I suppose asking you for an apology in this state would be an exercise in futility."
A thought crossed his mind that asking Trevor for an apology in any state was difficult.
"So what're we doing?" Trevor listed heavily to the side and Adrian had to tighten his grip.
"I've told you, you are going to sleep. After you drink some water, at least. The wine is clearly still going through your system."
Trevor leaned his weight against Adrian and smiled. "You... you are so pretty. I thought so when you took care of me the first time."
"And you are getting drunker by the minute," Adrian said, though he couldn't help heating at the compliment.
They reached Trevor's room then, and Adrian opened the door to drag him inside. The hunter slumped onto the bed with no protest, so Adrian set about procuring water. He stuck his head out into the hall and called for a servant.
One stepped out from a nearby door and clattered up to him. He requested for the kitchen to send up something simple for Trevor to eat, as well as a pitcher and cup for water. Then he said, "And please let the rest of the staff know that Trevor is not to get any alcohol on his own."
The skeleton nodded and clattered away. He came back in only a moment with the water, then bowed and headed for the kitchen.
By the time Adrian had come back and poured water into the cup, Trevor had his eyes closed and snored away on the bed. Adrian sighed. While sleeping would do Trevor good, waking dehydrated would not. He'd end up with an awful hangover regardless, but the water would diminish it some.
"Trevor," he called softly, shaking the man. He opened his eyes, bleary. "I'll help you sit up. You need to drink this."
Trevor was surprisingly cooperative and, with Adrian pacing him, drank the whole cup. He smacked his lips and blinked slowly. Adrian set the cup to the side and piled pillows up behind Trevor so he could lean back against the headboard.
"How are you feeling?" Adrian asked.
"Fine." Trevor looked around. "My room?"
"Yes." Adrian thought for a moment. While Trevor would be more lucid come morning, he might not be as forthcoming, and Adrian might never truly know what was going on in his head. Decision made, he asked, "Why did you drink so much?"
"Hm? Drinking a lot gets you drunk. Like me," he said, pointing to himself with enthusiasm.
"Yes, I can see that. But why?"
Now Trevor paused. Adrian wasn't sure if he was thinking the question over or had lost his train of thought again. Adrian was ready to repeat his question when Trevor answered in a soft voice.
"I had to." He continued just as soft before Adrian could speak. "I don't know. I thought... I didn't wanna think anymore. Thinking is hard. I didn't wanna think about my family, or your family, or you."
Pain twinged in Adrian's heart, but he swallowed his apprehension and grabbed Trevor's hand. "Trevor, do I- Does staying here make you unhappy?"
Trevor nodded, and Adrian nearly left the room, but then Trevor shook his head. "I don't know. I think a lot when I'm here. Lisa keeps giving me clothes and hugging me. Dracula isn't fighting me, he just... I don't know. He laughs at me. He doesn't get angry when I do the same thing." Trevor looked at Adrian, pale blue eyes shimmering. "You keep touching me. You smile at me. Then you ask me for something hard. Why do you do that?"
Adrian swallowed and found all his words had dried up. How was he supposed to answer those questions? Did their actions make so little sense to this man? This man, who had helped Lisa out of the kindness of his heart, did not understand the kindness of others.
Adrian covered his mouth and breathed deeply. He sat down next to Trevor on the bed and looped both arms around the man, holding him close, as though he could hold the man himself together, so no more pieces would fall out.
"Trevor," he whispered. "We do those things because we want to."
"You're doing it now," Trevor murmured. "Why?"
"Because..." Adrian gaped. How did he explain it? The twisting ache in his chest seemed beyond words. Trevor raised his own arms and wound them around Adrian's waist.
"Can I, can I do them too?" he asked quietly.
Adrian turned his face down into the hunter's shoulder and desperately bit back the hitches in his breath. "Yes," he said, "Please do."
Trevor leaned on his shoulder and didn't say anything else, even as Adrian let small tears drip onto Trevor's shirt.
I end two in a row sad? Sorry. : Buuut this one is more bittersweet at least? Adrian isn't gonna let him stay sad and lonely. Trevor will be happy, dammit!
And I thiiiink we're reaching towards the end of this phase of my AU. That's what I'm planning for, anyway. Then we move to the next part! (I've created a monster. It's devouring me.)
Thanks everyone for all your sweet comments! I try my best to answer them, even when I'm slow as balls, haha. Oh! And I hope everyone who celebrates it has been having a happy Hanukkah! (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧
