Louis dreams sometimes, vivid distortions that might be memory might be something else. Daniel lays beside him now and there is no pain. Louis' fingers skimmed his face, now toy with the curls at Daniel's nape. Comfortable. No one is burning, no one is bleeding.
Louis yields the joint.
Whatever question he'd been expecting, it hadn't been this. Daniel has had a long time to ask after his staff. Had thought the interest passed after Armand had been revealed, after Rashid had tipped his hand.
"They're my employees," is a little questioning, words wreathed in smoke. "We have a professional relationship."
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Louis dreams sometimes, vivid distortions that might be memory might be something else. Daniel lays beside him now and there is no pain. Louis' fingers skimmed his face, now toy with the curls at Daniel's nape. Comfortable. No one is burning, no one is bleeding.
Louis yields the joint.
Whatever question he'd been expecting, it hadn't been this. Daniel has had a long time to ask after his staff. Had thought the interest passed after Armand had been revealed, after Rashid had tipped his hand.
"They're my employees," is a little questioning, words wreathed in smoke. "We have a professional relationship."