Lestat isn't quite asking, just expressing a preference. He would like it if Louis sat with him. He would like it if Louis stayed here in his room.
Louis knows.
The same sensation of being locked within this room by them both, by their pleas, the promises they'd elicited. He's already made all his promises, but there is no blotting out awareness of passing minutes, of Lestat healing and Armand surely doing similar, faster, elsewhere.
Sends the message. Abandons the phone on nearby end table.
Daniel is a remote presence, adjacent. Lestat's voice has dipped so, so soft.
(Recollections of New Orleans. Spiraling into despair while Lestat reached after, coaxing and exploding by turns.)
"If you like."
If he sits, Lestat will sit, rest. And eventually Daniel will come back inside and Louis can leave the two of them to each others company, vanish into an adjoining room to watch the sun come up behind the curtains. Think on his failures.
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Lestat isn't quite asking, just expressing a preference. He would like it if Louis sat with him. He would like it if Louis stayed here in his room.
Louis knows.
The same sensation of being locked within this room by them both, by their pleas, the promises they'd elicited. He's already made all his promises, but there is no blotting out awareness of passing minutes, of Lestat healing and Armand surely doing similar, faster, elsewhere.
Sends the message. Abandons the phone on nearby end table.
Daniel is a remote presence, adjacent. Lestat's voice has dipped so, so soft.
(Recollections of New Orleans. Spiraling into despair while Lestat reached after, coaxing and exploding by turns.)
"If you like."
If he sits, Lestat will sit, rest. And eventually Daniel will come back inside and Louis can leave the two of them to each others company, vanish into an adjoining room to watch the sun come up behind the curtains. Think on his failures.