Daniel looks back at him, plain emotion there. A tiny shake of his head, and no one needs telepathy to understand: people argue all the time. Couples, even. Louis didn't hurt him bad enough to warrant what happened. Being hurt isn't an excuse, and it wasn't Louis' fault.
Nervous energy slips free from calm into him. Here's where it goes sideways, and here's where his memory comes 'back', but stays screwy. Daniel pushes himself to his feet to pick up a cigarette, which he lights himself. (Apart. He and Louis have their friendship, but Daniel is still closed off, in his way. Would he even accept open comfort, about this? He doesn't know.)
Quiet for some time.
"Armand saved me," Daniel begins again, eventually. Smoke in the room, different from then. "And Armand saved Louis. Then he made us pay for it."
A nearly-drained mortal who could have been dropped off at an emergency room, who wouldn't have remembered anything, or been believed if he did. A vampire in his prime who could have been fed and enclosed and recovered overnight. But Armand facilitated neither of those things, and so they stayed there, just like that. For fucking days.
"I remember him talking to me and going through my head. I remember hearing you in the other room. Dead neighbor on the floor. The TV. Breaking my nose on the edge of the front door when I fell. And that thing we couldn't figure out—"
A hitch in attention, and Daniel looks back to Lestat for the first time since what feels like hours ago, though it's only been a few minutes.
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Nervous energy slips free from calm into him. Here's where it goes sideways, and here's where his memory comes 'back', but stays screwy. Daniel pushes himself to his feet to pick up a cigarette, which he lights himself. (Apart. He and Louis have their friendship, but Daniel is still closed off, in his way. Would he even accept open comfort, about this? He doesn't know.)
Quiet for some time.
"Armand saved me," Daniel begins again, eventually. Smoke in the room, different from then. "And Armand saved Louis. Then he made us pay for it."
A nearly-drained mortal who could have been dropped off at an emergency room, who wouldn't have remembered anything, or been believed if he did. A vampire in his prime who could have been fed and enclosed and recovered overnight. But Armand facilitated neither of those things, and so they stayed there, just like that. For fucking days.
"I remember him talking to me and going through my head. I remember hearing you in the other room. Dead neighbor on the floor. The TV. Breaking my nose on the edge of the front door when I fell. And that thing we couldn't figure out—"
A hitch in attention, and Daniel looks back to Lestat for the first time since what feels like hours ago, though it's only been a few minutes.