Does it have to be an insult? Can't he just think of a weird cat movie? Or are they not allowed to joke about sexual abuse. Maybe not. There's quite a lot of it between them. When weighted, Armand wins the misery prize by a longshot, though Daniel's is in comparatively recent memory. He could make a funny story out of his worst experiences, probably. The kind of funny story only people who have brutally compartmentalized themselves can tell.
But still funny, he'd say. (Because it was him.)
He said he wasn't going to follow Armand again. Does Armand believe him? Does Armand know that Daniel is definitely lying? It's only the sense he's developed, this ability to know his maker is nearby, that keeps him from cancelling the next day.
A pause, as he comes in. Messenger bag over his shoulder, phone in hand, answering texts to his assistant, ignoring texts from Raglan. A vampire. A costume. For a brief insane moment he wonders if Armand stole the shirt from his own closet— but when would he have time? He looks at him, stopped there two yards away, and does not wonder what this mind game means. He doesn't think it's a game. He thinks it's Armand silently asking him if he's doing it right this time. Even if Armand doesn't know what's what it is.
Daniel puts his phone in his bag, and moves to the table. Walks behind it as he sets his bag down, takes a few steps towards the 'young man' sitting there, until he's close enough to touch his shoulder, which he does. And then he bends and kisses the top of his head.
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But still funny, he'd say. (Because it was him.)
He said he wasn't going to follow Armand again. Does Armand believe him? Does Armand know that Daniel is definitely lying? It's only the sense he's developed, this ability to know his maker is nearby, that keeps him from cancelling the next day.
A pause, as he comes in. Messenger bag over his shoulder, phone in hand, answering texts to his assistant, ignoring texts from Raglan. A vampire. A costume. For a brief insane moment he wonders if Armand stole the shirt from his own closet— but when would he have time? He looks at him, stopped there two yards away, and does not wonder what this mind game means. He doesn't think it's a game. He thinks it's Armand silently asking him if he's doing it right this time. Even if Armand doesn't know what's what it is.
Daniel puts his phone in his bag, and moves to the table. Walks behind it as he sets his bag down, takes a few steps towards the 'young man' sitting there, until he's close enough to touch his shoulder, which he does. And then he bends and kisses the top of his head.
"Hey."