This little motion hooks Louis' attention. Remembered from the interview, the myriad of things it signaled. Exasperation, at Louis or at Armand. Headaches, sometimes. Pain, sometimes.
Is Louis being exasperating? Not at this exact moment. But the rest —
"I was in New Orleans," Louis answers, truthful because what reason does he have to obscure this? "I wanted to go home."
To open the car window, to turn his face out into the night and feel all things familiar carried to him on the air.
"I wanted to find Lestat," is true too. "And I did."
And now he is here. His fingers soft in the bend of Daniel's elbow, keeping him near as they navigate the ebb and flow of mortal foot traffic. As Louis draws him off to a small fountain, a place to sit. Watches Daniel's face, assessing. Worrying.
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Is Louis being exasperating? Not at this exact moment. But the rest —
"I was in New Orleans," Louis answers, truthful because what reason does he have to obscure this? "I wanted to go home."
To open the car window, to turn his face out into the night and feel all things familiar carried to him on the air.
"I wanted to find Lestat," is true too. "And I did."
And now he is here. His fingers soft in the bend of Daniel's elbow, keeping him near as they navigate the ebb and flow of mortal foot traffic. As Louis draws him off to a small fountain, a place to sit. Watches Daniel's face, assessing. Worrying.