Or half lies. Louis has eaten recently enough. A mug, warmed, before anyone had realized what Lestat and Armand were doing with their evening.
He ate before. He does not want to eat now.
(Maybe it would have appealed before, a meal shared between three. Now, it's too much to ask of him.)
"Go on."
Prompting. Sphinx-like encouragement as Louis' hands slide into his coat pockets. Fingers the collection of the night's detritus, matchbook and tarnished coins and a crumpled dollar passed along a sticky bar to Louis who has not handled paper money in decades. Distraction. Reminders.
no subject
"I've had enough," Louis lies.
Or half lies. Louis has eaten recently enough. A mug, warmed, before anyone had realized what Lestat and Armand were doing with their evening.
He ate before. He does not want to eat now.
(Maybe it would have appealed before, a meal shared between three. Now, it's too much to ask of him.)
"Go on."
Prompting. Sphinx-like encouragement as Louis' hands slide into his coat pockets. Fingers the collection of the night's detritus, matchbook and tarnished coins and a crumpled dollar passed along a sticky bar to Louis who has not handled paper money in decades. Distraction. Reminders.