Well, if Louis would communicate, he could find himself in the kitchen instead, while Daniel posted up in the doorway between it and the garage, but no.
He is skeptical that Armand's handiwork will be erased by tomorrow. Lestat reeked of Armand's blood, the same blood that healed Daniel's mind in an instant after the psychic blowback from his stupid 'prank' back in New York, and he was in a horrific state. What had he been like when he first crawled into the dumpster? How bad had it started off, how much gruesome work was already hidden away by ancient blood?
What does Armand look like, right now? Like Louis in New Olreans, bad enough to banish Lestat from his life for years across the river?
Violence makes Daniel sick to his stomach. He hates seeing this. He hates that Louis is quiet and withdrawn, unresponsive, like he was in Dubai before he threw Armand into a wall. Like he was after the attack at the museum. He doesn't want it to boil down to violence anymore. It's fucking stupid. It's tiring, and pointless, and it just makes everything worse, and worse, and worse.
"Keep an eye on each other."
To Lestat, and to Louis. A mutual task, as Daniel passes him to return to the car. He knows where the body bags are tucked away, having coordinated with Rachida. He'll clean this up, get everything ready for the fixer crew to slink in as soon as they're out of the garage.
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He is skeptical that Armand's handiwork will be erased by tomorrow. Lestat reeked of Armand's blood, the same blood that healed Daniel's mind in an instant after the psychic blowback from his stupid 'prank' back in New York, and he was in a horrific state. What had he been like when he first crawled into the dumpster? How bad had it started off, how much gruesome work was already hidden away by ancient blood?
What does Armand look like, right now? Like Louis in New Olreans, bad enough to banish Lestat from his life for years across the river?
Violence makes Daniel sick to his stomach. He hates seeing this. He hates that Louis is quiet and withdrawn, unresponsive, like he was in Dubai before he threw Armand into a wall. Like he was after the attack at the museum. He doesn't want it to boil down to violence anymore. It's fucking stupid. It's tiring, and pointless, and it just makes everything worse, and worse, and worse.
"Keep an eye on each other."
To Lestat, and to Louis. A mutual task, as Daniel passes him to return to the car. He knows where the body bags are tucked away, having coordinated with Rachida. He'll clean this up, get everything ready for the fixer crew to slink in as soon as they're out of the garage.