Not necessarily agreeable silence, or calm silence, but a listening one all the same. Sullen absorption as Lestat tracks the weave in the carpet, the sound of Louis' footfalls down from the building, into the street.
"You can speak less than fondly about yourself all you like," he says, eventually, head tipping back into languished repose, "but it matters only how fondly Louis speaks of you. How you speak of him. This is how love works."
Some might disagree. Philosophers, therapists. Not the romantic ones, though.
"And you may find," one clawed finger lifting, "that companionship has its appeal, hm? Another seventy years? And another?"
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Not necessarily agreeable silence, or calm silence, but a listening one all the same. Sullen absorption as Lestat tracks the weave in the carpet, the sound of Louis' footfalls down from the building, into the street.
"You can speak less than fondly about yourself all you like," he says, eventually, head tipping back into languished repose, "but it matters only how fondly Louis speaks of you. How you speak of him. This is how love works."
Some might disagree. Philosophers, therapists. Not the romantic ones, though.
"And you may find," one clawed finger lifting, "that companionship has its appeal, hm? Another seventy years? And another?"