To reference another thread, perhaps out-of-continuity with this one— in hell together. And sometimes it's nice to have company in hell. Armand is dismal about it, but Daniel likes it. Armand can't divorce him, can't get emancipated. They already hate each other. So he's stuck. It's fucked up, but Daniel likes it. He likes being handcuffed, and knowing that even if they decide not to speak to each other, even if Armand runs off, they're still tethered.
Safe from everything but each other.
Show off, he thinks, about the door. But it's fond, and it might not be showing off. Armand is so many miles away from human, why should he pretend otherwise?
"My wardrobe?" Oh, brother. "No, I just brought a few changes of clothes. I'm not even really unpacked."
He's shrugging off his jacket, meanwhile, and the alluded-to suitcase is there on the luggage stand, containing another pair of jeans, some slacks, pajamas, and a small variety of shirts. Another band tee, but a button-up, too. Socks. Underwear. A sweatshirt. It's not very exciting.
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Safe from everything but each other.
Show off, he thinks, about the door. But it's fond, and it might not be showing off. Armand is so many miles away from human, why should he pretend otherwise?
"My wardrobe?" Oh, brother. "No, I just brought a few changes of clothes. I'm not even really unpacked."
He's shrugging off his jacket, meanwhile, and the alluded-to suitcase is there on the luggage stand, containing another pair of jeans, some slacks, pajamas, and a small variety of shirts. Another band tee, but a button-up, too. Socks. Underwear. A sweatshirt. It's not very exciting.