He can't help but whimper a little bit under Herbert's touch - there's still the part of him, after all, that half expects a soft touch to turn into something more sinister. Vampires are monsters, aren't they?

Oh. Oh no.

Oh, then Alfred is a monster now too.

Instinctually, he curls up into a little ball in Herbert's lap, new tears welling up in his eyes.

"...I can't do it on my own. I can't do anything on my own! The Professor said so. I need...yes, I need your help. I need you."