[God, Hector is pathetic. That small smile, that little chuckle, and Hector feels like he could melt into the floor.]
Take your time. The water's fine. I'll be here when you're done.
[Hector can sit and let a cup of tea grow cold in his hands while he tries to not panic about how Dracula is going to know he's got a hopeless crush on his son the second he crosses the threshold of the castle. Is impaling as painful as they say? He's probably going to find out.]
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Take your time. The water's fine. I'll be here when you're done.
[Hector can sit and let a cup of tea grow cold in his hands while he tries to not panic about how Dracula is going to know he's got a hopeless crush on his son the second he crosses the threshold of the castle. Is impaling as painful as they say? He's probably going to find out.]