Surreal and electric to be able to talk about this now, the drama and hurt of the incidents around it laid to something resembling rest. It feels like evolution. Daniel strokes him, getting the slippery substance all over, doing a better job at just feeling him than efficiently coating him. Knowing it's Armand makes him twitch in eager sympathy.
(What if they'd fucked in 1973? A horror story. But...)
"What'd it become?"
He can guess. Distractions in both directions, when Armand took off his disguise. He thinks the elder vampire was supposed to be keeping tabs on him, and instead found himself involved in checking in on Daniel's increasingly inappropriate curiosities. He was mostly focused on the interview, sure, a dogged workaholic who loves nothing more than the angle, but he would look up and find Armand staring at him.
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(What if they'd fucked in 1973? A horror story. But...)
"What'd it become?"
He can guess. Distractions in both directions, when Armand took off his disguise. He thinks the elder vampire was supposed to be keeping tabs on him, and instead found himself involved in checking in on Daniel's increasingly inappropriate curiosities. He was mostly focused on the interview, sure, a dogged workaholic who loves nothing more than the angle, but he would look up and find Armand staring at him.