What business does Louis have with a camera? He'd barely made anything of his film in Paris.
"I'd rather have you back here," Louis tells him. "No need for a gift."
Equilibrium returning. Louis finding his footing. Packing the desperate, gnawing misery away, tamping it down and down and down. Lestat's fingers warming his skin through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.
"Want a hand with this?"
A hand turning, displaying the shine of glitter on his fingertips. An offer, made in spite of the tentative quality to this conversation, their reconciliation.
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What business does Louis have with a camera? He'd barely made anything of his film in Paris.
"I'd rather have you back here," Louis tells him. "No need for a gift."
Equilibrium returning. Louis finding his footing. Packing the desperate, gnawing misery away, tamping it down and down and down. Lestat's fingers warming his skin through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.
"Want a hand with this?"
A hand turning, displaying the shine of glitter on his fingertips. An offer, made in spite of the tentative quality to this conversation, their reconciliation.