No need to rush so badly as to make a mess, but no time for leisure. This is fast food.
And during it all, Daniel is, yes, distracted. Haunted. When it comes time to actually do what they came out here for, he hesitates— not much, just for a split second, before he seems to recognize that saying something like Oh, I just don't have an appetite after all, will draw more scrutiny than he currently feels like dealing with. Fangs out, fangs in, blood.
There's no reason for him to not want to eat. He needs it. He's just—
Does it matter? He doesn't know. Wrong-footed, off-kilter, a little more tired than he says. Not unwell at all, maybe too well.
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No need to rush so badly as to make a mess, but no time for leisure. This is fast food.
And during it all, Daniel is, yes, distracted. Haunted. When it comes time to actually do what they came out here for, he hesitates— not much, just for a split second, before he seems to recognize that saying something like Oh, I just don't have an appetite after all, will draw more scrutiny than he currently feels like dealing with. Fangs out, fangs in, blood.
There's no reason for him to not want to eat. He needs it. He's just—
Does it matter? He doesn't know. Wrong-footed, off-kilter, a little more tired than he says. Not unwell at all, maybe too well.
He thinks about Armand.
He thinks about Louis.