[It is more than he expects, and Jaskier has not the time to save the small "oof" of breath that rushes out of him. Still, he has never wavered when such attention is needed, even if his heart feels crushed in his chest.
Even worse now.
Jaskier's arms close around the dhampir, holding him tighter than he has ever had. Closer, he thinks, than their first meeting, when the air was a humid summer day with the smell of wine drifting on the air and in their mouths. As close as he would've been if Alucard had taken him up on that offering to drink from him.
He doesn't mean to think of it now. It's only, the wine -- and the worry.] I've got you, my friend.
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Even worse now.
Jaskier's arms close around the dhampir, holding him tighter than he has ever had. Closer, he thinks, than their first meeting, when the air was a humid summer day with the smell of wine drifting on the air and in their mouths. As close as he would've been if Alucard had taken him up on that offering to drink from him.
He doesn't mean to think of it now. It's only, the wine -- and the worry.] I've got you, my friend.