There we go. He's almost happy about it. What's Armand going to do, kill him? Torture him some more?

Maybe. High chance. Oh well.

"You chose to ditch me in Dubai and fuck off for months. And I did look for you. I tried to dig up whatever contacts I could scrounge off of your shared assets with Louis, but it was a brick wall then when you were still too entangled. I made a nuisance of myself asking about you, over and over, every time I spoke to Louis, any time I got anyone else on the fucking vampire radio. But there was nothing. You were just gone. I don't know what you mean by coexisting."

Comfortable with putting him into bad spots. Yeah. Again: not a surprise. He knows. Bit of a vent, in this. Despite everything, he'd have liked to get to know his maker, and he'd have liked help and guidance. Tough shit and too late, now. He figured it out. He survived. No one was thinking about him, no one wanted him for love or horror, he just was. And he made it work. Alone.

"Louis didn't come running to my rescue. But he picked up the goddamn phone. He's my friend. Sometimes we're going to spend time together."