Yes, that has always been so. For him, for Louis. Sleep has come easier always when they shared a coffin. Louis' nightmares fewer and farther between when Lestat was tangled around him, a tangible ward against the worst of what lived in Louis' head back then.
Louis shifts, freeing a hand to touch Lestat. A well-worn bit of intimacy, his hand cupping Lestat's cheek, thumb at the corner of his mouth.
"You retrieved me. I was never in any danger."
No need to betray any deeper thoughts on the matter. Whether Louis wished they'd both stayed behind, left him to manage the after effects of his challenge on his own. Lestat had come. Louis was reclaimed. They were safe, all three of them.
"Come here," is invitation against whatever rebuttal Lestat surely has. Draws him down towards the utilitarian confines of Louis' storage crate. Well-cushioned but hardly luxurious, open to Lestat if he pleases.
no subject
Louis shifts, freeing a hand to touch Lestat. A well-worn bit of intimacy, his hand cupping Lestat's cheek, thumb at the corner of his mouth.
"You retrieved me. I was never in any danger."
No need to betray any deeper thoughts on the matter. Whether Louis wished they'd both stayed behind, left him to manage the after effects of his challenge on his own. Lestat had come. Louis was reclaimed. They were safe, all three of them.
"Come here," is invitation against whatever rebuttal Lestat surely has. Draws him down towards the utilitarian confines of Louis' storage crate. Well-cushioned but hardly luxurious, open to Lestat if he pleases.