The thread that had calmed itself in the lull of Louis' familiar moods itches up again, and Armand finds himself abruptly, incredibly, irritated.

'Can't and won't, is snapped, harder than he usually does, harder and sharper than he's been in years, in decades, a vicious edge to it. A sudden warning in preparation for the bite that comes too fast:

'If I could bring Claudia back I would just to shut you up about her.'

Can't.

'This thing now, this—' say something, what it is, say it, 'With Daniel', has Louis ever even heard Armand use his first name? How many times has Armand said it to his face? Once? Getting up from the floor where Louis left him, just then, I'm fine, Daniel, 'Is no longer your concern, and your requests and demands about him to me will be ignored.'

Won't.