[The bench Alucard's found (or at least his muscle memory has found, he is very much not in control of things like directions right now) is a little to the left of the park, looking out at nothing in particular. More lights and figures passing under them, all at an appreciable distance. It's just big enough for two people, wonderfully nondescript. Probably why Alucard's brain thought this may be a better venue.

To the apology, there's a very gentle shake of the head.]

It isn't as if my delivery helped matters. [No apologies required. At least not on that matter.]

Given that you're the only the second person that knows this much, I appreciate the reassurance. [Technically, there's three, but the entire freak out at Sypha doesn't count. Alucard did not sit and articulate. He started a meltdown in front of her and ran out of a rest oasis as a wolf. Because he's an adult.

Sitting though, it centers the dhampir. Where Jaskier is all motion and pent up energy, he's too still. As if acting in that way will help quiet all the things starting to stir in his head. What bubbles up though is the shame of it, expressed in a shoulder slump and closed eyes.] Everyone else has the easier to digest bits. Somber things that don't quite kill an evening in the way this does.

[It is a horrid attempt at levity.]