A twinge of hesitation, in which Lestat must ask himself: is he tired of Louis tending to him already?
The answer is an uncomplicated: never.
He clicks off the device, offers it out with a turn of his wrist. Considers Louis in the mirror, his hair longer, he thinks, than it had been when they had a routine that resembled this. Wearing it longer, at least. Shared mirrors, shared grooming, shared dressing. The quiet ways two lives can fall into one.
The quiet ways they cared for each other. Still do, it seems. "I forgot to say," he says, "as there was quite a lot happening at the time, but you look nice."
Nice clothing, nice style. It is just like Louis to emerge from a burgeoning hurricane in beautiful things, beautifully.
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The answer is an uncomplicated: never.
He clicks off the device, offers it out with a turn of his wrist. Considers Louis in the mirror, his hair longer, he thinks, than it had been when they had a routine that resembled this. Wearing it longer, at least. Shared mirrors, shared grooming, shared dressing. The quiet ways two lives can fall into one.
The quiet ways they cared for each other. Still do, it seems. "I forgot to say," he says, "as there was quite a lot happening at the time, but you look nice."
Nice clothing, nice style. It is just like Louis to emerge from a burgeoning hurricane in beautiful things, beautifully.