Louis says this thing, and Daniel believes that Louis believes it, but Louis has never been married to Daniel, never gotten in a bad bad fight with him, never had his trust accidentally betrayed because Daniel is good at remembering details about cases and bad at remembering what hurts.
"I can get it halfway, probably," he says. Trying to be the straight shooter since it seems like Louis is stuck in mysterious mode. "And I don't just mean 'emotionally yes, physically no', because emotionally I know where your bed is made, we spent weeks dissecting it."
Yes, Daniel talks to Lestat. The man that appears to be the north star on Louis' emotional compass. In turn, it can't be a surprise that Daniel is incredulous that Louis is offering up this reveal.
"And... it." Ok. Okokok. He can articulate this, he's a professional writer. "I'm lucky. Some guys get old and they can only get off thinking about girls that look like they did when they were in high school. That was never me. There's never been a decade where I didn't think Jane Fonda was hot. I'd give Mark Hamill a handjob in an airport bathroom today, he's still a cute twink as far as I'm concerned. My tastes expanded with me, aged with me. It's not that I think people who look younger than me are offputting now, but there's definitely a disconnect that I've cultivated on purpose. My oldest daughter is 40."
..ish? 40ish? Is she 38? Ah fuck. Well anyway
Perspective. Wordvomit.
"I felt guilty thinking about you, thinking about fake 'Rashid' and his Sharia French maid outfit, whatever else. Not as guilty as I should have, probably, but still. And I've fucked some women that are way too young for me because they're freaks into old men, now that I can. Same thing. But you're not that, you're not a lunatic in line to get a book signed who I'll never see again. So—"
Where the fuck is he going with this.
"You're right, I don't really get it. I get me about you. You about me, I don't get."
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"I can get it halfway, probably," he says. Trying to be the straight shooter since it seems like Louis is stuck in mysterious mode. "And I don't just mean 'emotionally yes, physically no', because emotionally I know where your bed is made, we spent weeks dissecting it."
Yes, Daniel talks to Lestat. The man that appears to be the north star on Louis' emotional compass. In turn, it can't be a surprise that Daniel is incredulous that Louis is offering up this reveal.
"And... it." Ok. Okokok. He can articulate this, he's a professional writer. "I'm lucky. Some guys get old and they can only get off thinking about girls that look like they did when they were in high school. That was never me. There's never been a decade where I didn't think Jane Fonda was hot. I'd give Mark Hamill a handjob in an airport bathroom today, he's still a cute twink as far as I'm concerned. My tastes expanded with me, aged with me. It's not that I think people who look younger than me are offputting now, but there's definitely a disconnect that I've cultivated on purpose. My oldest daughter is 40."
..ish? 40ish? Is she 38? Ah fuck. Well anyway
Perspective. Wordvomit.
"I felt guilty thinking about you, thinking about fake 'Rashid' and his Sharia French maid outfit, whatever else. Not as guilty as I should have, probably, but still. And I've fucked some women that are way too young for me because they're freaks into old men, now that I can. Same thing. But you're not that, you're not a lunatic in line to get a book signed who I'll never see again. So—"
Where the fuck is he going with this.
"You're right, I don't really get it. I get me about you. You about me, I don't get."