A familiar thing—Lestat watching Louis move, watching where his hands go, where he chooses to be in the room, where he settles. Transfixing, always, and so, he has Lestat's attention, and keeps it.
He remains in this universe, attuned to the room, as Daniel joins in from his corner, granted a look that drags from Louis at a delay. He still feels insane, like some terrible trick is about to be played on him by two men who have more than demonstrated an interest in maintaining his comfort, but he is well-bundled into the corner of the couch and too curious to do anything but stay there.
Drugs and coffins. The 70s, or something. He was busy at the time. Good music, though.
Lestat doesn't pipe up here, deciding to focus on some amount of getting a grip while Louis answers the question.
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He remains in this universe, attuned to the room, as Daniel joins in from his corner, granted a look that drags from Louis at a delay. He still feels insane, like some terrible trick is about to be played on him by two men who have more than demonstrated an interest in maintaining his comfort, but he is well-bundled into the corner of the couch and too curious to do anything but stay there.
Drugs and coffins. The 70s, or something. He was busy at the time. Good music, though.
Lestat doesn't pipe up here, deciding to focus on some amount of getting a grip while Louis answers the question.