Lestat takes a last drag of his cigarette instead of answer that out loud, turning his head to unnecessarily watch himself stub out the cigarette into the dry dirt of the potted plant. Abandoning the butt there. These rooms could really use some ashtrays.
But no, he doesn't really want to distract himself. "Yes?" he says, at the sound of his name, queried. "I'm here."
Night and day, at least in the past twenty seconds, this version of himself—calmer, gentle, restrained—than most of what Daniel has been dealing with. Maybe it'll last.
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Lestat takes a last drag of his cigarette instead of answer that out loud, turning his head to unnecessarily watch himself stub out the cigarette into the dry dirt of the potted plant. Abandoning the butt there. These rooms could really use some ashtrays.
But no, he doesn't really want to distract himself. "Yes?" he says, at the sound of his name, queried. "I'm here."
Night and day, at least in the past twenty seconds, this version of himself—calmer, gentle, restrained—than most of what Daniel has been dealing with. Maybe it'll last.