Louis, leaning into him, reaching after the flicker of emotion in Armand. After that distant flicker of hurt in him. Is it so impossible to understand?
Is it enough for Louis, to feel this in him? To hear that faltering over the choice of word challenging and breathe a laugh into the empty room. (To feel some sickening swoop of uncertainty in his chest; had he been relieved? Had he wanted the brutality of their fight gone badly enough to have sought this from Armand?) As close as he's drawn into the familiar landscape of Armand's mind, the bristling uncertainly as he wavers.
Do you regret it?
A question asked more quietly than it might have been otherwise.
Does Armand regret anything he's done? Any of the ways he's harmed Louis? Louis remembers now, burning on that bed in filtered sunlight, gritting out Sorry as Armand turned from him.
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Louis, leaning into him, reaching after the flicker of emotion in Armand. After that distant flicker of hurt in him. Is it so impossible to understand?
Is it enough for Louis, to feel this in him? To hear that faltering over the choice of word challenging and breathe a laugh into the empty room. (To feel some sickening swoop of uncertainty in his chest; had he been relieved? Had he wanted the brutality of their fight gone badly enough to have sought this from Armand?) As close as he's drawn into the familiar landscape of Armand's mind, the bristling uncertainly as he wavers.
Do you regret it?
A question asked more quietly than it might have been otherwise.
Does Armand regret anything he's done? Any of the ways he's harmed Louis? Louis remembers now, burning on that bed in filtered sunlight, gritting out Sorry as Armand turned from him.