Alucard is distantly aware that his hand is probably a little bit off-putting, but he's grateful that Rhy is humoring him nonetheless. Swiping his thumb over the other man's knuckles gently before simply just holding on. He's grateful for Rhy's reassurances. He'll be even more grateful if the other man sticks to them.

He lets out a soft noise of protest at his words. Not the best choice, Rhy, honestly. The man may not make all that much of a nursemaid, but there's no one Alucard would rather have by his side. Of course, it's one thing to know as much. It's another thing entirely to say it aloud.

"I need you," he insists. "And this glass of juice and perhaps a day or two of rest," he adds, to lighten the mood, flashing the other man a smile. "I don't think Esa will be very sympathetic to my plight, no matter how sweetly I ask her otherwise."