And then quiet again, as Louis claims a shampoo bottle. A choice made at random, roulette between Louis' expensive product, Lestat's eclectic collection, and Daniel's frugality. He squeezes out a dollop, works it into a lather.
It is good, having something to do. Steadying. Louis' conscious presence guttering in and out as he works.
Lestat doesn't need to hear the winding path of Louis' thoughts, his guilt. He doesn't regret anything, except that he left Daniel behind. He miscalculated. He didn't protect him. He'd barely been thinking, life in shatters around him, and he needed to leave.
He shouldn't have left Daniel.
He couldn't have done anything but run to New Orleans, to Lestat.
These things he holds in his mind while he methodically shampoos Lestat's hair.
no subject
Easy.
"Never."
And then quiet again, as Louis claims a shampoo bottle. A choice made at random, roulette between Louis' expensive product, Lestat's eclectic collection, and Daniel's frugality. He squeezes out a dollop, works it into a lather.
It is good, having something to do. Steadying. Louis' conscious presence guttering in and out as he works.
Lestat doesn't need to hear the winding path of Louis' thoughts, his guilt. He doesn't regret anything, except that he left Daniel behind. He miscalculated. He didn't protect him. He'd barely been thinking, life in shatters around him, and he needed to leave.
He shouldn't have left Daniel.
He couldn't have done anything but run to New Orleans, to Lestat.
These things he holds in his mind while he methodically shampoos Lestat's hair.