Nervous, in a strange way. A vulnerable flutter of anxiety over offering up his work for Lestat's scrutiny, just as he had felt for Daniel, or more so.
They are a short ways from a bench. A street lamp, still alight for a few more hours. Louis' memories circle around and around to New Orleans, long evenings spent walking together. He'd missed them. He'd been missing them for decades.
"Sit with me," Louis requests, lest Lestat thinks Louis is skimping on whats owed. "I have it."
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Nervous, in a strange way. A vulnerable flutter of anxiety over offering up his work for Lestat's scrutiny, just as he had felt for Daniel, or more so.
They are a short ways from a bench. A street lamp, still alight for a few more hours. Louis' memories circle around and around to New Orleans, long evenings spent walking together. He'd missed them. He'd been missing them for decades.
"Sit with me," Louis requests, lest Lestat thinks Louis is skimping on whats owed. "I have it."