How was Trevor to know? They weren't exactly speaking at the moment. He might be an oaf of a man at times, well, most of the time, but he wasn't heartless. He wouldn't have touched Alucard had he known the extent of his trauma.

The whispered words echoed in his ears, and slowly Trevor pulled away, yet he remained close. Worry knotting a line in the middle of his brow as his eyes scanned the other's face. Alucard didn't owe him a god damned thing, but the Belmont liked to think that they were close enough he could be trusted. Was that just foolishness? Was he thinking too much of their friendship? Probably.

"I don't want us to fight. Like it or not, we're all we've got here."

Still watching, scrutinizing every fleck of light that hit the Dhampir's eyes, every slight move his body made as he sat there looking distressed and uneasy. "I dunno what I've done or whatever's spooked you so much but we need to shake it off and focus on the here and now, Alucard."