But Louis looks at him, so open and attentive, and Lestat finds himself looking away, looking past him. No sign of lost temper so much as internal decision making about whether this is a fuss he truly wants to make tonight, when everyone is feeling a little wounded. When the book has been something like that path they are talking about, a retracing of steps. And Louis only just got here. To New York. To the present.
So, a shake of his head, focus returning. "Why weigh down such a light hearted evening with such heaviness?" with a little smile. "Actually, I wouldn't mind getting out of this room, if you like to walk with me."
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But Louis looks at him, so open and attentive, and Lestat finds himself looking away, looking past him. No sign of lost temper so much as internal decision making about whether this is a fuss he truly wants to make tonight, when everyone is feeling a little wounded. When the book has been something like that path they are talking about, a retracing of steps. And Louis only just got here. To New York. To the present.
So, a shake of his head, focus returning. "Why weigh down such a light hearted evening with such heaviness?" with a little smile. "Actually, I wouldn't mind getting out of this room, if you like to walk with me."