Something to file away: an impulse to snap. It was your shitty joke, Mr. Molloy. Needling the whole time, picking at the frayed edges of things, sarcasm and dismissal.
And the only reason he doesn't is because the idea of getting into that back and forth feels tantamount to nail pulling, and Armand isn't in the mood. Bickering about the interview, can you imagine? And Daniel would round on him, say something to make him feel foolish and grasping, more than he already does. So, just a little flex at the jaw, a continued moderate walking pace, his shoulders settled in a relaxed line.
Silence for a beat as they walk. Absorbing.
"You seemed to have a decent grasp of it, at the end of things."
Armand, Amadeo, Arun. A con artist, a liar, a monster deserving of the detonation playing out in front of his stupid face. If Daniel cares as deeply for Louis as he appears, what room is there for Armand?
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And the only reason he doesn't is because the idea of getting into that back and forth feels tantamount to nail pulling, and Armand isn't in the mood. Bickering about the interview, can you imagine? And Daniel would round on him, say something to make him feel foolish and grasping, more than he already does. So, just a little flex at the jaw, a continued moderate walking pace, his shoulders settled in a relaxed line.
Silence for a beat as they walk. Absorbing.
"You seemed to have a decent grasp of it, at the end of things."
Armand, Amadeo, Arun. A con artist, a liar, a monster deserving of the detonation playing out in front of his stupid face. If Daniel cares as deeply for Louis as he appears, what room is there for Armand?