The idea of home feels daunting. His apartment is far from sun-proof. What if he shows up thirty minutes before dawn? He's got blackout curtains, but how good are they? Has his editor reported him missing? Fucking declared him dead? Has anyone besides Louis noticed? Should he just 'die' now, or go work on the book?
Because
he's still going to write the book. Obviously.
The impression he got is that Louis is no longer as enthusiastic about the idea of publishing it (the whole laptop fire and whore number thing), but yeah, no, he's not complying with that, and figures Louis owes him for leaving him with Armand anyway, so it's fine. They'll be even.
Speaking of Louis, Daniel looks at him, and wonders if the longing he thinks he hears in him is imaginary, or... fucking mind reading. What's that about.
"What if I wanted you to keep me company for a while because I'm fucking lost?"
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The idea of home feels daunting. His apartment is far from sun-proof. What if he shows up thirty minutes before dawn? He's got blackout curtains, but how good are they? Has his editor reported him missing? Fucking declared him dead? Has anyone besides Louis noticed? Should he just 'die' now, or go work on the book?
Because
he's still going to write the book. Obviously.
The impression he got is that Louis is no longer as enthusiastic about the idea of publishing it (the whole laptop fire and whore number thing), but yeah, no, he's not complying with that, and figures Louis owes him for leaving him with Armand anyway, so it's fine. They'll be even.
Speaking of Louis, Daniel looks at him, and wonders if the longing he thinks he hears in him is imaginary, or... fucking mind reading. What's that about.
"What if I wanted you to keep me company for a while because I'm fucking lost?"