They have tonight, tomorrow. A little bit of time where the world does not exist at all. Nothing but the two of them in this room.
Louis can't think of it. Not yet. He collects a towel, a glass jar of oil for his own sodden hair. Leaves one untouched for himself when he emerges properly, returns to the tub to wrap the other around Lestat.
"You can stay. I just have to finish," Louis tells him quietly.
A change. Louis had worn his hair so differently when they had been together in New Orleans, even in Paris. Lestat had been far away as styles had changed, and Louis had changed with them.
He touches Lestat's cheek. Steps past him back into the shower, naked still.
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They have tonight, tomorrow. A little bit of time where the world does not exist at all. Nothing but the two of them in this room.
Louis can't think of it. Not yet. He collects a towel, a glass jar of oil for his own sodden hair. Leaves one untouched for himself when he emerges properly, returns to the tub to wrap the other around Lestat.
"You can stay. I just have to finish," Louis tells him quietly.
A change. Louis had worn his hair so differently when they had been together in New Orleans, even in Paris. Lestat had been far away as styles had changed, and Louis had changed with them.
He touches Lestat's cheek. Steps past him back into the shower, naked still.