It wouldn't have surprised Louis if Daniel had guessed at what he had been working on.
His thumb runs along Daniel's knuckles, fidgets lightly with the hand caught in his grasp. Should let go. Holds on anyway.
"I've been looking for the pieces I'm missing," Louis admits. "In my mind, there's..."
A trailing shrug of an implication. Maybe Daniel knows. Maybe it's the same for Louis as it is for Daniel, thinking of that room in San Francisco and feeling places where the story lapses. Where they cobbled together enough, but not everything.
"I think there's memories that are gone. I've been trying to recover them."
And then, a smile, head tipping slightly as Louis adds, "Lestat thinks it's a kind of vacation. I haven't corrected him."
Doesn't want to worry him, distract from the interview, the tour. It's Louis' problem to fix. Lestat has his own to occupy him.
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It wouldn't have surprised Louis if Daniel had guessed at what he had been working on.
His thumb runs along Daniel's knuckles, fidgets lightly with the hand caught in his grasp. Should let go. Holds on anyway.
"I've been looking for the pieces I'm missing," Louis admits. "In my mind, there's..."
A trailing shrug of an implication. Maybe Daniel knows. Maybe it's the same for Louis as it is for Daniel, thinking of that room in San Francisco and feeling places where the story lapses. Where they cobbled together enough, but not everything.
"I think there's memories that are gone. I've been trying to recover them."
And then, a smile, head tipping slightly as Louis adds, "Lestat thinks it's a kind of vacation. I haven't corrected him."
Doesn't want to worry him, distract from the interview, the tour. It's Louis' problem to fix. Lestat has his own to occupy him.