*Delhi. tfw u microaggression. tumblr was right about daniel molloy
Alright.
What can we learn from this.
Quiet, minimally expressed histrionics are not unheard of, and Daniel has encountered it before. Had he thought about it around more than just himself for a minute, he could have figured out that Armand might be putting some serious weight on art. All the creepy religious paintings and the way he spoke of the man who painted them, his maker.
At the same time: Armand does not get to learn that he can just shut down and throw himself out of proverbial window if there's a slight misstep. Daniel gives it a moment, somehow sensing the bridge without any telepathy between them.
"You said you were sick, before you were turned," he says eventually. Glancing at him through the mirror, in between observing the signs for the next rest stop. Maybe there's an awful gift shop. "Did you ever feel sick after? Did you recover the whole way?"
They can both do an exercise here, about thinking past themselves. Daniel worries sometimes, mostly when he's unlocking a door, or writing something down. He startles when he misses a keyhole, like maybe it happened for some deeper reason; he stares too long at his own handwriting, trying to decide if it looks more like it did before.
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Alright.
What can we learn from this.
Quiet, minimally expressed histrionics are not unheard of, and Daniel has encountered it before. Had he thought about it around more than just himself for a minute, he could have figured out that Armand might be putting some serious weight on art. All the creepy religious paintings and the way he spoke of the man who painted them, his maker.
At the same time: Armand does not get to learn that he can just shut down and throw himself out of proverbial window if there's a slight misstep. Daniel gives it a moment, somehow sensing the bridge without any telepathy between them.
"You said you were sick, before you were turned," he says eventually. Glancing at him through the mirror, in between observing the signs for the next rest stop. Maybe there's an awful gift shop. "Did you ever feel sick after? Did you recover the whole way?"
They can both do an exercise here, about thinking past themselves. Daniel worries sometimes, mostly when he's unlocking a door, or writing something down. He startles when he misses a keyhole, like maybe it happened for some deeper reason; he stares too long at his own handwriting, trying to decide if it looks more like it did before.