The hesitation doesn't abate. It maintains, this restraint in Louis, as he looks into Lestat's face. All the things that he is, Lestat. The deep affection that Louis holds for him, regardless of what they are to each other in the moment.
Affection. Love. Things maybe better left untouched. Things Lestat may have left behind. Louis said so many things, in the book. They have been apart for so long. Lestat woke early, left Louis to wake alone.
Is it so easy to offer this? Is it obligation?
Louis can glean nothing from Lestat's face. He's smiling, teasing, and Louis is alone with his hesitations.
"You that worried for me?" Louis murmurs, which isn't a no. Not yet.
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Unbearable.
The hesitation doesn't abate. It maintains, this restraint in Louis, as he looks into Lestat's face. All the things that he is, Lestat. The deep affection that Louis holds for him, regardless of what they are to each other in the moment.
Affection. Love. Things maybe better left untouched. Things Lestat may have left behind. Louis said so many things, in the book. They have been apart for so long. Lestat woke early, left Louis to wake alone.
Is it so easy to offer this? Is it obligation?
Louis can glean nothing from Lestat's face. He's smiling, teasing, and Louis is alone with his hesitations.
"You that worried for me?" Louis murmurs, which isn't a no. Not yet.