Drowsing, but not asleep. Taking quiet stock of his body, the aches and pains that have been dulled but not erased by cups and cups of borrowed blood. Thinking ahead to Vermont. To what he should say tomorrow to Daniel. What he should say to Lestat, if Lestat were still sulking when evening fell.
Then, a tapping.
A disorienting moment, trying to place the sound. Trying to decide whether or not he's dreaming.
The lid cracks open. Louis peers out, catching sight of Lestat's chest, then pushes the lid farther, opening wider to look up into his face.
"Hello," and then, worried, "Has something happened?"
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Drowsing, but not asleep. Taking quiet stock of his body, the aches and pains that have been dulled but not erased by cups and cups of borrowed blood. Thinking ahead to Vermont. To what he should say tomorrow to Daniel. What he should say to Lestat, if Lestat were still sulking when evening fell.
Then, a tapping.
A disorienting moment, trying to place the sound. Trying to decide whether or not he's dreaming.
The lid cracks open. Louis peers out, catching sight of Lestat's chest, then pushes the lid farther, opening wider to look up into his face.
"Hello," and then, worried, "Has something happened?"