(THESE DAYS it's been professional. Daniel hasn't taken his shirt off since the 70s. OKAY.)
Lestat? Privacy? They're recording, man. But, Daniel sits anyway, and looks at the cup being offered. An instinct to decline, because Louis doesn't eat people — had Daniel hoped he'd pick it up again? maybe — but it feels rude to. Even Armand had deigned to sip out of a little glass dish towards the end, as though he was afraid of being ordered out of the room again for not dining.
"I'm alright. Really. Good, even."
He takes a drink, because why not, it's like sharing a cigarette. Not horrible, but still like a microwave TV dinner versus real food. Which Louis must know and struggle with, or else he wouldn't have live donors. He doesn't drain all of it, sets it back down between them.
"Missed you." He shrugs. Might as well admit it. "And I've been having weird dreams, sometimes of San Fransisco, sometimes of Dubai, I dunno. Just wanted to see you, corny as that sounds."
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Lestat? Privacy? They're recording, man. But, Daniel sits anyway, and looks at the cup being offered. An instinct to decline, because Louis doesn't eat people — had Daniel hoped he'd pick it up again? maybe — but it feels rude to. Even Armand had deigned to sip out of a little glass dish towards the end, as though he was afraid of being ordered out of the room again for not dining.
"I'm alright. Really. Good, even."
He takes a drink, because why not, it's like sharing a cigarette. Not horrible, but still like a microwave TV dinner versus real food. Which Louis must know and struggle with, or else he wouldn't have live donors. He doesn't drain all of it, sets it back down between them.
"Missed you." He shrugs. Might as well admit it. "And I've been having weird dreams, sometimes of San Fransisco, sometimes of Dubai, I dunno. Just wanted to see you, corny as that sounds."