His voice goes up at the end, like it's a question, even though it shouldn't be. But apparently it is? Once again: what the fuck are we doing.
"Because you don't."
An echo, an internal flinch, He didn't even want me in the end, like that was somehow more wounding than being nearly violently murdered. But Daniel could be murdered by a car or a bad stumble down the stairs, the sexual rejection was somehow much worse.
"All that and— you spent weeks talking to me about Lestat, and now I know the guy, and he's obsessed with you, too. And maybe, maybe when I was a kid I was alright, but I know what I look like now. Which is fine. There are upsides." Rambling. Oh god, get him out of here. "I'm just— I'm saying, it's fine. You don't have to, whatever this is, you don't have to offer me table scraps, I understand the score."
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His voice goes up at the end, like it's a question, even though it shouldn't be. But apparently it is? Once again: what the fuck are we doing.
"Because you don't."
An echo, an internal flinch, He didn't even want me in the end, like that was somehow more wounding than being nearly violently murdered. But Daniel could be murdered by a car or a bad stumble down the stairs, the sexual rejection was somehow much worse.
"All that and— you spent weeks talking to me about Lestat, and now I know the guy, and he's obsessed with you, too. And maybe, maybe when I was a kid I was alright, but I know what I look like now. Which is fine. There are upsides." Rambling. Oh god, get him out of here. "I'm just— I'm saying, it's fine. You don't have to, whatever this is, you don't have to offer me table scraps, I understand the score."