He wonders how much of himself Armand ever showed Louis. If he sat around peeling Rubik's cubes and bird wings apart while watching Pre-Codes cartoons while Louis looked up auction houses, or if Armand was all housewife, all the time. He wonders how much of himself Armand is willing to prune away, like some horrible self-mutilating gardener, growing wilder and wilder in the confines of his own, overpowered mind in total isolation.
Couldn't have been much, right? Louis acted like Armand was so normal. Just a person who, on good days, he was sick of. He didn't act like he was trapped with a psychopath megalodon.
Daniel lets Armand lean on him, and even slings an arm around his middle so that he doesn't slide away while he leans to fish the puzzle out of wherever he's got it stowed. Bag, maybe. Mysterious of the narrative. If they actually want to do it, they'll have to move to a table (or pull a door off of the hutch, whatever), but they can sort the pieces by color in the box.
"I've never been good once in my entire fucking life." He flops the box down. Behold. Fish. "Do you sound like a slightly creepy, slightly horny mad scientist on purpose?"
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Couldn't have been much, right? Louis acted like Armand was so normal. Just a person who, on good days, he was sick of. He didn't act like he was trapped with a psychopath megalodon.
Daniel lets Armand lean on him, and even slings an arm around his middle so that he doesn't slide away while he leans to fish the puzzle out of wherever he's got it stowed. Bag, maybe. Mysterious of the narrative. If they actually want to do it, they'll have to move to a table (or pull a door off of the hutch, whatever), but they can sort the pieces by color in the box.
"I've never been good once in my entire fucking life." He flops the box down. Behold. Fish. "Do you sound like a slightly creepy, slightly horny mad scientist on purpose?"