Muddy, Louis can live with, because Lestat does not put aside his cup.
"I think I've grown accustomed to the taste."
Or to hunger, living with his hunger. Ever present, his most faithful companion.
But he doesn't want Lestat to feel it. They need only tide him over, wait out the storm. Then Lestat can eat his fill.
In the meantime—
"Are you sure you want to talk about this now?"
Though if not, it'd beg the question: when? Louis has no sense of schedule, of what his life will look like now. He had needed to see Lestat. Now that he's here, Louis is less certain of what comes next. Has an understanding of what he needs, but less of where his feet should carry him, what he would even find back in Dubai when he returned.
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Muddy, Louis can live with, because Lestat does not put aside his cup.
"I think I've grown accustomed to the taste."
Or to hunger, living with his hunger. Ever present, his most faithful companion.
But he doesn't want Lestat to feel it. They need only tide him over, wait out the storm. Then Lestat can eat his fill.
In the meantime—
"Are you sure you want to talk about this now?"
Though if not, it'd beg the question: when? Louis has no sense of schedule, of what his life will look like now. He had needed to see Lestat. Now that he's here, Louis is less certain of what comes next. Has an understanding of what he needs, but less of where his feet should carry him, what he would even find back in Dubai when he returned.