Daniel absorbs this, sat there, one hand clutching Louis'. Thinks about how dire being an accessory to murder in Dubai felt, watching Armand skip out of the tower to hunt down some idiot crypto kid, feeling nothing for the individual but leaning into the obligatory moral outrage. He'd done it several times over the course of the interview, and it was meaningless, because he was only using it as a tactic to prod the monsters whose house he was staying in.
What now? Those people aren't carefully curated, there's no way. Just random individuals with lives. Does he care? Is it worse if he doesn't? Was he a monster before, worse for not having an excuse? Daniel's other hand presses to his face, pinching either side of his eyes, tries to center himself through a long breath.
His hands don't shake. Steady.
"I'll just do it." Quiet. "You don't have to watch."
Louis has already pulled from some, he's said as much. He shouldn't have to cycle through more and feel like shit just for Daniel, just because Armand is an asshole.
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What now? Those people aren't carefully curated, there's no way. Just random individuals with lives. Does he care? Is it worse if he doesn't? Was he a monster before, worse for not having an excuse? Daniel's other hand presses to his face, pinching either side of his eyes, tries to center himself through a long breath.
His hands don't shake. Steady.
"I'll just do it." Quiet. "You don't have to watch."
Louis has already pulled from some, he's said as much. He shouldn't have to cycle through more and feel like shit just for Daniel, just because Armand is an asshole.