[Alucard pauses to pinch his nose, and it is good a means of any of wiping away some of the tears. He can't hide the bags under his eyes though. Golden raccoon is not the best look he's ever had.

Gideon's silence feels like a good sign. A consideration that after a whole lot of trauma, a tiny room is not the best idea. Not when it is already bitter sweet. So when she says yes, a little part of Alucard breaths an internal sigh of relief.]

I've seen a couple of signs of places for rent near my office. We could go look together? And decorate together? I imagine that if you want bones, I could source them from the desert.