Daniel is not the best at navigating emotional outbursts, but he likes this better than Lestat being angry. He doesn't know what to do for a moment, just looking at him over his shoulder, baffled, because a part of him thinks—
What the fuck, man, with everything that's happened, where's your perspective.
But that's not going to help, and he's exhausted from the discomfort of being at odds with Louis, and getting awful sleep quality, and the unease through the bond at whatever state Armand is in now. Daniel turns, sitting with one shoulder against the sofa, facing Lestat.
"Hey." A corner of Lestat's robe gets appropriated to lift up towards his face, offering, if he doesn't want Daniel to try and poke at him. "Louis needs space to work on himself. He just spent nearly a century with Armand scrambling his brain. Even if he misses you like crazy, he's allowed to prioritize figuring himself out. Doesn't mean you're kicked to the curb."
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What the fuck, man, with everything that's happened, where's your perspective.
But that's not going to help, and he's exhausted from the discomfort of being at odds with Louis, and getting awful sleep quality, and the unease through the bond at whatever state Armand is in now. Daniel turns, sitting with one shoulder against the sofa, facing Lestat.
"Hey." A corner of Lestat's robe gets appropriated to lift up towards his face, offering, if he doesn't want Daniel to try and poke at him. "Louis needs space to work on himself. He just spent nearly a century with Armand scrambling his brain. Even if he misses you like crazy, he's allowed to prioritize figuring himself out. Doesn't mean you're kicked to the curb."