Daniel's not mad. He's not even disappointed— it seems obvious that Louis would try to talk to Armand sooner or later. It's not that. He feels ... something he doesn't have words for. Something less than real, caught between them. It's an unpleasant something.
Quiet for a while. Picking what to say.
"I understand why," he settles on. "He and I have shit we need to sort out, though. And that's just how it is."
It will probably be going significantly worse from now on, though. Daniel hadn't felt explicitly threatened by Armand before. He expect this to change. Unfortunate, but possibly inevitable. Something was eventually going to go wrong. Louis shouldn't have thrown gasoline on a brewing fire, but Armand shouldn't react to anything like this. Everything is fucked.
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Daniel's not mad. He's not even disappointed— it seems obvious that Louis would try to talk to Armand sooner or later. It's not that. He feels ... something he doesn't have words for. Something less than real, caught between them. It's an unpleasant something.
Quiet for a while. Picking what to say.
"I understand why," he settles on. "He and I have shit we need to sort out, though. And that's just how it is."
It will probably be going significantly worse from now on, though. Daniel hadn't felt explicitly threatened by Armand before. He expect this to change. Unfortunate, but possibly inevitable. Something was eventually going to go wrong. Louis shouldn't have thrown gasoline on a brewing fire, but Armand shouldn't react to anything like this. Everything is fucked.