Maybe this is spoken with a hush tone, the kind of weight that suggests that Lestat might have told someone this seventy-seven years ago, and look, he was right. Perhaps not so dire as that. Surely he might have clung to Louis' leg again if he thought he might walk out for another century.
Maybe they are speaking of something else. Lestat can sense it in the air, a little, though he isn't reading Daniel's mind with perfect clarity. A run-off sense of resignation, and he can put some things together. Less that Daniel is anticipating whether he personally will be the one to deliver this latest piece of gossip, more that it will come out eventually, and then perhaps Louis will vanish from Daniel.
But if he does, Louis will be back. Of this, Lestat is sure. It just takes some yearning, some patience, some tireless begging. Maybe that's how friendship works too, if they are, after all of this, just friends.
A moment of quiet study, and then he asks, "Where do you want to be, now?"
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Maybe this is spoken with a hush tone, the kind of weight that suggests that Lestat might have told someone this seventy-seven years ago, and look, he was right. Perhaps not so dire as that. Surely he might have clung to Louis' leg again if he thought he might walk out for another century.
Maybe they are speaking of something else. Lestat can sense it in the air, a little, though he isn't reading Daniel's mind with perfect clarity. A run-off sense of resignation, and he can put some things together. Less that Daniel is anticipating whether he personally will be the one to deliver this latest piece of gossip, more that it will come out eventually, and then perhaps Louis will vanish from Daniel.
But if he does, Louis will be back. Of this, Lestat is sure. It just takes some yearning, some patience, some tireless begging. Maybe that's how friendship works too, if they are, after all of this, just friends.
A moment of quiet study, and then he asks, "Where do you want to be, now?"