They've established before that they each care, Because Reasons, so he can't ask that. Even though this feels far more personal and pointed, not just something that can be excused by perverse fascination over the bond. Armand, sitting on a rug in his apartment, fidgeting with a spare key, saying But you like them.
"Tell me what would work for you," he offers, hands splayed. "What the ideal solution is, for you. And we'll see where we get."
If Daniel has to say no, he'll say no, but there's no harm in hearing Armand out. Especially because there's a fucking bizarre animal part of his brain that says 'Actually, staying with your maker is correct,' and he's not sure how he feels about that, seeing as his maker has tortured him before. Daniel shouldn't want to be alone with Armand anywhere, but especially not an apartment with the lights mostly off.
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They've established before that they each care, Because Reasons, so he can't ask that. Even though this feels far more personal and pointed, not just something that can be excused by perverse fascination over the bond. Armand, sitting on a rug in his apartment, fidgeting with a spare key, saying But you like them.
"Tell me what would work for you," he offers, hands splayed. "What the ideal solution is, for you. And we'll see where we get."
If Daniel has to say no, he'll say no, but there's no harm in hearing Armand out. Especially because there's a fucking bizarre animal part of his brain that says 'Actually, staying with your maker is correct,' and he's not sure how he feels about that, seeing as his maker has tortured him before. Daniel shouldn't want to be alone with Armand anywhere, but especially not an apartment with the lights mostly off.
Still. Here he is.