Words almost to himself, even as Louis feels some specific attachment to the thing Daniel is putting voice to. How an argument within a marriage could feel like it was his fault, his responsibility to fix.
Of course, this is very different from the du Lac household. This was not Daniel's fault. It has been Louis'.
His eyes open. Louis had closed them as Daniel turned attention to his shoes, as he levered up into the bed. Let himself feel it. See what the sensation shook loose.
"It wasn't your fault," Louis tells him now. "Did I tell you that?"
How could Daniel even have known that Louis ran into the sun? He'd been bleeding out. A gap of time that existed only on the tapes: Daniel, unconscious and bleeding on the floor. Daniel, hauled upright while Louis screamed from the next room.
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Words almost to himself, even as Louis feels some specific attachment to the thing Daniel is putting voice to. How an argument within a marriage could feel like it was his fault, his responsibility to fix.
Of course, this is very different from the du Lac household. This was not Daniel's fault. It has been Louis'.
His eyes open. Louis had closed them as Daniel turned attention to his shoes, as he levered up into the bed. Let himself feel it. See what the sensation shook loose.
"It wasn't your fault," Louis tells him now. "Did I tell you that?"
How could Daniel even have known that Louis ran into the sun? He'd been bleeding out. A gap of time that existed only on the tapes: Daniel, unconscious and bleeding on the floor. Daniel, hauled upright while Louis screamed from the next room.