A trailing pause. Louis' knee grazes Lestat's thigh as he shifts, a brief, agitated motion. Held over from those long restless years in Dubai, picking at something misaligned in him and unable to wear down the rough edge of it.
There are so many things Louis doesn't want to say. Isn't ready to say.
"I felt a long time like something wasn't right. I just didn't understand what it was. I needed him to look for me, and see what I couldn't."
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A trailing pause. Louis' knee grazes Lestat's thigh as he shifts, a brief, agitated motion. Held over from those long restless years in Dubai, picking at something misaligned in him and unable to wear down the rough edge of it.
There are so many things Louis doesn't want to say. Isn't ready to say.
"I felt a long time like something wasn't right. I just didn't understand what it was. I needed him to look for me, and see what I couldn't."
(What Louis wasn't allowed to see.)