[ He's prepared for defensiveness. Perhaps no answer at all. His fingers twitch, and in the end he lets a few more coins hit the table for a pitcher. Still the same piss water beer, but there's more of it now. (Great.)
A shadow flits across his face as he watches Alucard in turn. Watches the way his brows draw together, his gaze avert. He thinks of Renfri telling him she'll leave town. Maybe he's stepping right back into the same pitfall, here with a vampire he can't genuinely look at as a monster. With a vampire he does not want to wind up looking at as a monster. (Because then what does it mean for him? When they're more alike than they aren't?)
They don't matter. The details. They don't. Not to him. He hasn't expected Alucard to share; it isn't the reason he's asking. ]
no subject
A shadow flits across his face as he watches Alucard in turn. Watches the way his brows draw together, his gaze avert. He thinks of Renfri telling him she'll leave town. Maybe he's stepping right back into the same pitfall, here with a vampire he can't genuinely look at as a monster. With a vampire he does not want to wind up looking at as a monster. (Because then what does it mean for him? When they're more alike than they aren't?)
They don't matter. The details. They don't. Not to him. He hasn't expected Alucard to share; it isn't the reason he's asking. ]
I think they matter to you.