Blocks away, might as well be three states over with the scope of blocks in New York City, in modest accommodations. A secondary apartment owned by one of his bookkeepers who is graciously permitting an odd, vital client to use it for a few weeks. He is busy with something; ripples do not immediately bring his attention outside passive awareness.
Or they do, and he chooses not to respond right away. Louis will be used to this. Cold shoulders when he's feeling slighted, and a tendency to feel slighted around times when Louis has time-sensitive questions.
Armand continues with what he's doing, deciding he doesn't feel like being interrupted. On a roll with this part, observing a man from afar. He can't see this man, but he doesn't need to. He walks to the window and pushes it open, considers a cigarette. He'd stopped at the bodega around the corner, one he has stopped at before in decades past, and picked up a few things. Props to leave in the refrigerator. Toothpaste. Menthols. Shopping for Granny?, the young man had asked.
Finally:
Not a response. But a feeling. This, too, Louis will be used to. Armand simply turning his attention to him and waiting. Well? What is it?
An uneventful reconnecting after so many months, and so many inciting reveals. Armand leans against a desk, and starts peeling apart one of his cigarettes.
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Or they do, and he chooses not to respond right away. Louis will be used to this. Cold shoulders when he's feeling slighted, and a tendency to feel slighted around times when Louis has time-sensitive questions.
Armand continues with what he's doing, deciding he doesn't feel like being interrupted. On a roll with this part, observing a man from afar. He can't see this man, but he doesn't need to. He walks to the window and pushes it open, considers a cigarette. He'd stopped at the bodega around the corner, one he has stopped at before in decades past, and picked up a few things. Props to leave in the refrigerator. Toothpaste. Menthols. Shopping for Granny?, the young man had asked.
Finally:
Not a response. But a feeling. This, too, Louis will be used to. Armand simply turning his attention to him and waiting. Well? What is it?
An uneventful reconnecting after so many months, and so many inciting reveals. Armand leans against a desk, and starts peeling apart one of his cigarettes.