A flash of memory, speaking to Armand of Daniel's mortality. Of turning him. Wishing to turn him, once all had been done.
No, Louis hadn't realized exactly how close they'd cut it. He had medical records, yes. Had an understanding of the illness, but not quite grasped the reality of—
Swift progression.
His fingers tighten, tighten over Daniel's own, tighten at the nape of his neck. Says nothing immediately, eyes moving over Daniel's face. Processing. Daniel says these other things, twenty years ago, martini glasses, Medicare fraud.
Doesn't laugh. Quiet, listening, looking at Daniel and thinking about the feeling of dread he'd felt, trying to tell Armand what it would be like to lose Daniel. Certainty that it was approaching, wishing to stave it off. Daniel's mortality had existed in abtract, until he was present.
And now it is swept neatly from the table.
Louis can shiver about all of this later. He can. He can set it aside now.
"You know everything there is to know about me," so what's left?
(The disorienting memory of Armand's hand in Daniel's hair overlaid with Louis' overlaid again with Armand's, memories and dreams distorted. Sticking in Louis' chest.)
"You wanna tell me about what you figured out about this shit we're in?"
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No, Louis hadn't realized exactly how close they'd cut it. He had medical records, yes. Had an understanding of the illness, but not quite grasped the reality of—
Swift progression.
His fingers tighten, tighten over Daniel's own, tighten at the nape of his neck. Says nothing immediately, eyes moving over Daniel's face. Processing. Daniel says these other things, twenty years ago, martini glasses, Medicare fraud.
Doesn't laugh. Quiet, listening, looking at Daniel and thinking about the feeling of dread he'd felt, trying to tell Armand what it would be like to lose Daniel. Certainty that it was approaching, wishing to stave it off. Daniel's mortality had existed in abtract, until he was present.
And now it is swept neatly from the table.
Louis can shiver about all of this later. He can. He can set it aside now.
"You know everything there is to know about me," so what's left?
(The disorienting memory of Armand's hand in Daniel's hair overlaid with Louis' overlaid again with Armand's, memories and dreams distorted. Sticking in Louis' chest.)
"You wanna tell me about what you figured out about this shit we're in?"