If he has the discipline, can stop then. Armand is either being passive out of linguistic habit, or some part of him is leaving the door open to Daniel taking more than he strictly needs, even with the caveat. Daniel thinks of the blissed-out expression while Louis was attached to his throat. If he were less earnestly interested in learning all the fine grain details of this, he might run after that hunch, try to pare down on learning something about Armand personally instead.
A shoulder-devil voice in the back of his head suggests he'll learn one way or another anyway, if they do this.
Daniel watches him peel parts of his wardrobe back. Thinks, unwittingly mirrored, of the same junkie inversion. He preferred putting it up his nose or smoking it over injections, for a number of reasons, but he'd take it how he could get it at the end of the day. The imagery grabs him somewhere both vulnerable and powerful. Addicts never actually stop being addicts, they just pause the madness with enough work, and Daniel has always liked working on work over anything else.
"I'm asking because I want to know."
And of course, he can just do it to know, but also Armand is here to explain, and it's obvious that Daniel is struggling to engage with this. But he is struggling instead of just shutting a door on it, and after another moment of just looking at him, he turns to take his own coat off in a signal of acquiescence. Alright. He detours to the kitchen to wash his hands, because that seems to be polite, and when they're in front of each other again he's ditched his glasses as well. Smaller without the coat, just some guy, black shirt with the sleeves unevenly pushed up, nervous but intent. His resolve to just shut up and do it has emboldened an inhuman instinct in him that wants to scream with it all, but Daniel is shutting that up, too. Be normal he instructs himself, which is pretty fucking insane.
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A shoulder-devil voice in the back of his head suggests he'll learn one way or another anyway, if they do this.
Daniel watches him peel parts of his wardrobe back. Thinks, unwittingly mirrored, of the same junkie inversion. He preferred putting it up his nose or smoking it over injections, for a number of reasons, but he'd take it how he could get it at the end of the day. The imagery grabs him somewhere both vulnerable and powerful. Addicts never actually stop being addicts, they just pause the madness with enough work, and Daniel has always liked working on work over anything else.
"I'm asking because I want to know."
And of course, he can just do it to know, but also Armand is here to explain, and it's obvious that Daniel is struggling to engage with this. But he is struggling instead of just shutting a door on it, and after another moment of just looking at him, he turns to take his own coat off in a signal of acquiescence. Alright. He detours to the kitchen to wash his hands, because that seems to be polite, and when they're in front of each other again he's ditched his glasses as well. Smaller without the coat, just some guy, black shirt with the sleeves unevenly pushed up, nervous but intent. His resolve to just shut up and do it has emboldened an inhuman instinct in him that wants to scream with it all, but Daniel is shutting that up, too. Be normal he instructs himself, which is pretty fucking insane.