Maybe his instinct to push outward, away from himself, ask questions is a bad one. But Louis wants Daniel to use him as an anchor, and so, that's what he's doing. Trying to listen, trying to make his pulse calm down.
He thinks—
Of how fucking happy he is, genuinely. It floods him like the release of a painfully held breath. Louis got out of Dubai and found Lestat, for better or worse. Daniel didn't pull pack the curtain on something that couldn't be given closure. He doesn't pretend to know what that feels like - his relationships have deteriorated for far more mundane reasons. No pining involved. (Alice, a little. But does he miss her, or his fucking youth?)
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Maybe his instinct to push outward, away from himself, ask questions is a bad one. But Louis wants Daniel to use him as an anchor, and so, that's what he's doing. Trying to listen, trying to make his pulse calm down.
He thinks—
Of how fucking happy he is, genuinely. It floods him like the release of a painfully held breath. Louis got out of Dubai and found Lestat, for better or worse. Daniel didn't pull pack the curtain on something that couldn't be given closure. He doesn't pretend to know what that feels like - his relationships have deteriorated for far more mundane reasons. No pining involved. (Alice, a little. But does he miss her, or his fucking youth?)