May-December, and cradle robber Armand who gets to look half exploited, half gold digging, getting pawed at by a dirty old man. Daniel remembers looking at gay couples who seemed as far apart in age as they seemed, and wondering what it was like. To want that much, and not give a fuck. It made something in him angry. He wanted to want. He wanted there to be something worth wanting.
Now he can eat people.
Armand likes the book. Armand likes this, too, Daniel thinks. He doesn't push too far, doesn't turn sharing a sweet kiss in public into the tacky mistake of actually making out in public, just shares a quick little thing there at the end before he pulls away. Lets Armand taste the blood still lingering in his mouth. He knows Armand was watching, but still: here, look, I did it. For you.
"I kinda hope you say you want to kill everybody in here," he says quietly. Just enough for the two of them. "But it'd be a pain in the ass. Maybe I can lure you to my hotel room instead. I've got a 500 piece Paul Klee jigsaw puzzle."
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Now he can eat people.
Armand likes the book. Armand likes this, too, Daniel thinks. He doesn't push too far, doesn't turn sharing a sweet kiss in public into the tacky mistake of actually making out in public, just shares a quick little thing there at the end before he pulls away. Lets Armand taste the blood still lingering in his mouth. He knows Armand was watching, but still: here, look, I did it. For you.
"I kinda hope you say you want to kill everybody in here," he says quietly. Just enough for the two of them. "But it'd be a pain in the ass. Maybe I can lure you to my hotel room instead. I've got a 500 piece Paul Klee jigsaw puzzle."