Daniel continues to stare at Armand. The shape of him now is like the shape of him in San Fransisco, and in Dubai. Always looking at him from the fucking floor. Up, up, at the horrifying monster, the scariest thing on Earth. That kissed him tenderly, and is now asking him to choose from options that both seem insane. There's some part of him that says Oh I guess it's neither, but it's the part that's reeling over the potential truth. Most often, he knows what to do with answers then he gets them, even when they're baffling, or frightening. They're just not usually about him.
You what?
Daniel moves one hand. Near his knee.
"Stay for a while," is a question, offer, plea, demand, something. A dozen layers. Armand's profile. Armand's eyes. The ceiling. "I'll fall asleep anyway when the sun's high enough, and you can fuck off and I won't even be able to ask you why."
no subject
Journalism.
Getting answers.
Daniel continues to stare at Armand. The shape of him now is like the shape of him in San Fransisco, and in Dubai. Always looking at him from the fucking floor. Up, up, at the horrifying monster, the scariest thing on Earth. That kissed him tenderly, and is now asking him to choose from options that both seem insane. There's some part of him that says Oh I guess it's neither, but it's the part that's reeling over the potential truth. Most often, he knows what to do with answers then he gets them, even when they're baffling, or frightening. They're just not usually about him.
You what?
Daniel moves one hand. Near his knee.
"Stay for a while," is a question, offer, plea, demand, something. A dozen layers. Armand's profile. Armand's eyes. The ceiling. "I'll fall asleep anyway when the sun's high enough, and you can fuck off and I won't even be able to ask you why."