There are several problems. Entirely too many. One of them, he supposes, is how deeply he and Louis care for each other; how even though they did talk about Lestat last night, they did so while spending time together in a way most would earmark as non-platonic, even if it was also non-romantic. There is something, and it occurs to him, somewhat unpleasantly, that it's possible Louis' silence is partly because Daniel is shutting a door without talking to him about it first. Quick on the heels of that thought is a distinct sense of revulsion at himself, that he'd even waste time considering it.
Blood, and Daniel not being responded to, and them doing that, and that's fine. Incidental, he reminds himself, and there's something bracing about it. Calming, orienting. He was alone in Dubai, figuring out a critical mystery while being antagonized and monitored and threatened; he was alone being transformed by someone who lost control of himself, he was alone leaning how to be dead, and that suits him, it suits him to be solitary in this car, too.
No one's asked him if he'd even want something like that. And he doesn't. Daniel was not ever looking for the third ex Mrs Molloy in retiree communities and 55+ dating apps. He doesn't want an immortal companion. Not even if it's Louis, maybe especially not Louis, because divorce is bad enough, he would prefer not to be murdered out of a relationship instead. Louis is out of his league, he cannot compete, he doesn't want that smoke, no thank you. He loves him, but he can't love him like that.
He parks in the garage. The door rolls down behind them, leaving them bathed in the temporary light on the ceiling, and he goes to open doors and make sure there are no mortals in the house— kicking Jeannie and Mark out in a hurry before he goes to start the water running in the oversized bath tub in the primary bedroom.
Back down, then, to help bully and/or coax Lestat upstairs into it.
"I'll still go get someone," he advises. More so to let Lestat know he won't be expected to sustain himself while contending with leaving Louis compromised, but also to let Louis know what his plans are.
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There are several problems. Entirely too many. One of them, he supposes, is how deeply he and Louis care for each other; how even though they did talk about Lestat last night, they did so while spending time together in a way most would earmark as non-platonic, even if it was also non-romantic. There is something, and it occurs to him, somewhat unpleasantly, that it's possible Louis' silence is partly because Daniel is shutting a door without talking to him about it first. Quick on the heels of that thought is a distinct sense of revulsion at himself, that he'd even waste time considering it.
Blood, and Daniel not being responded to, and them doing that, and that's fine. Incidental, he reminds himself, and there's something bracing about it. Calming, orienting. He was alone in Dubai, figuring out a critical mystery while being antagonized and monitored and threatened; he was alone being transformed by someone who lost control of himself, he was alone leaning how to be dead, and that suits him, it suits him to be solitary in this car, too.
No one's asked him if he'd even want something like that. And he doesn't. Daniel was not ever looking for the third ex Mrs Molloy in retiree communities and 55+ dating apps. He doesn't want an immortal companion. Not even if it's Louis, maybe especially not Louis, because divorce is bad enough, he would prefer not to be murdered out of a relationship instead. Louis is out of his league, he cannot compete, he doesn't want that smoke, no thank you. He loves him, but he can't love him like that.
He parks in the garage. The door rolls down behind them, leaving them bathed in the temporary light on the ceiling, and he goes to open doors and make sure there are no mortals in the house— kicking Jeannie and Mark out in a hurry before he goes to start the water running in the oversized bath tub in the primary bedroom.
Back down, then, to help bully and/or coax Lestat upstairs into it.
"I'll still go get someone," he advises. More so to let Lestat know he won't be expected to sustain himself while contending with leaving Louis compromised, but also to let Louis know what his plans are.