But even exhausted, scraped raw and holding too tightly to all this fresh hurt, Louis looks at them and feels affection swell in his chest. It doesn't yet touch his face, as he looks at them. There is some element of study, not unlike how Louis was consider a piece of art. Observing their tableau and finding himself reluctant to join it.
The debris of the destroyed chair have been removed. It might be as if nothing had happened at all.
"You look tired."
Open-ended. It applies to either of them, and Louis doesn't specify.
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Of course.
But even exhausted, scraped raw and holding too tightly to all this fresh hurt, Louis looks at them and feels affection swell in his chest. It doesn't yet touch his face, as he looks at them. There is some element of study, not unlike how Louis was consider a piece of art. Observing their tableau and finding himself reluctant to join it.
The debris of the destroyed chair have been removed. It might be as if nothing had happened at all.
"You look tired."
Open-ended. It applies to either of them, and Louis doesn't specify.