He could say, he had felt it before. Had harboured it since Louis told him over the phone that Daniel had been his intended fledgling, had let this colour every kind moment, fond touch, affectionate glance. He could and nearly does before he finds himself letting it go, in part from the absurdity of arguing a thing he doesn't want to be true against someone saying over and over it isn't, and he's an idiot, but also—
Well, he will need to take it to Louis, he thinks. They will need to have a conversation. They will need to express to each other the things they want.
But not before—
"Then it is just me," tearful, pitchy, palms pressing over his eyes in the misery of it all. "It is only he doesn't wish to be my companion again. It is only that everything is fucked and he is as obligated to me as you are to that fucking demon."
And begins to work on crying out all the blood he just took.
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He could say, he had felt it before. Had harboured it since Louis told him over the phone that Daniel had been his intended fledgling, had let this colour every kind moment, fond touch, affectionate glance. He could and nearly does before he finds himself letting it go, in part from the absurdity of arguing a thing he doesn't want to be true against someone saying over and over it isn't, and he's an idiot, but also—
Well, he will need to take it to Louis, he thinks. They will need to have a conversation. They will need to express to each other the things they want.
But not before—
"Then it is just me," tearful, pitchy, palms pressing over his eyes in the misery of it all. "It is only he doesn't wish to be my companion again. It is only that everything is fucked and he is as obligated to me as you are to that fucking demon."
And begins to work on crying out all the blood he just took.