Everyone's horror? Louis has his doubts. Surely it's the sort of thing that might appeal to Lestat, or would have, once.
Louis worries. Struggles over to how ask without being invasive, whether Lestat is still as fragile as Louis had found him. If Daniel might be just a little gentle, just this once. A late request, but maybe Daniel would indulge him.
Put aside anyway, because Louis had promised himself not to interfere.
"No," Louis decides. "He shouldn't have to worry about my reactions to your work together."
Which is what Louis really means when he considers privacy. Lestat allowed to say whatever it is he feels, and Louis will absorb it all whenever it becomes available on streaming. Or whatever medium Daniel chooses.
The papers are shuffled, stacked. Louis occupies the seat diagonal, an echo of their interview. Elegant still in how he settles himself, crosses one leg over his knee. Color in his wardrobe, deep oxblood cardigan tonight laying bare his collarbones, sleeves rolled back off his wrists.
A weighing moment. Does Louis want to be off the hook?
"Tell me about the rest then."
The rest. Not the interview. The dreams. The raucous nights out that keep making it into articles that Rashid inserts in Louis' workflow. Dealer's choice.
no subject
Louis worries. Struggles over to how ask without being invasive, whether Lestat is still as fragile as Louis had found him. If Daniel might be just a little gentle, just this once. A late request, but maybe Daniel would indulge him.
Put aside anyway, because Louis had promised himself not to interfere.
"No," Louis decides. "He shouldn't have to worry about my reactions to your work together."
Which is what Louis really means when he considers privacy. Lestat allowed to say whatever it is he feels, and Louis will absorb it all whenever it becomes available on streaming. Or whatever medium Daniel chooses.
The papers are shuffled, stacked. Louis occupies the seat diagonal, an echo of their interview. Elegant still in how he settles himself, crosses one leg over his knee. Color in his wardrobe, deep oxblood cardigan tonight laying bare his collarbones, sleeves rolled back off his wrists.
A weighing moment. Does Louis want to be off the hook?
"Tell me about the rest then."
The rest. Not the interview. The dreams. The raucous nights out that keep making it into articles that Rashid inserts in Louis' workflow. Dealer's choice.