Dismissive. It is not a problem. Louis has endless reserves. It has been made very certain, established in the beginning and never one had the supply lapsed.
Louis has lifted his coat from where he had laid it the night before. Tests the fabric to find it still sodden and sighs. Seeks an alternative in his suitcase.
"We can go hunting," Louis offers, voice steadier than he feels. "For whatever you are in the mood for."
Rats, if Lestat wishes. Louis certainly has no standing to object.
And he is trying. Live honestly, he had said. Whatever form that takes.
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Dismissive. It is not a problem. Louis has endless reserves. It has been made very certain, established in the beginning and never one had the supply lapsed.
Louis has lifted his coat from where he had laid it the night before. Tests the fabric to find it still sodden and sighs. Seeks an alternative in his suitcase.
"We can go hunting," Louis offers, voice steadier than he feels. "For whatever you are in the mood for."
Rats, if Lestat wishes. Louis certainly has no standing to object.
And he is trying. Live honestly, he had said. Whatever form that takes.