Some prickling awareness of what's been omitted, but Louis lets it pass. Doesn't care to invoke how often he drank from Armand, how it hadn't seemed to make any difference at all. Years and years drinking from his throat, and still all that Armand sealed away in his mind remained securely veiled.
"We had an arrangement, for a while."
Louis says this almost too himself, a murmur spoken with his attention still turned inward. Remembering. A blur of recollection, holding all Louis' focus even as Daniel says these things.
Louis had wanted Daniel. Maybe wanted the argument too, something in his body clawing desperately out of the stasis he'd been held in so long. Living seventy-seven years and wanting the things Armand kept on a high shelf, pushed far to the back. Things Louis had never been allowed to touch unless they were fighting, and they hadn't fought in years.
(That he remembered.)
A little flutter of focus. Enough of a tug at the edges of his attention to draw out, "You've been better than me at it. Remembering."
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"We had an arrangement, for a while."
Louis says this almost too himself, a murmur spoken with his attention still turned inward. Remembering. A blur of recollection, holding all Louis' focus even as Daniel says these things.
Louis had wanted Daniel. Maybe wanted the argument too, something in his body clawing desperately out of the stasis he'd been held in so long. Living seventy-seven years and wanting the things Armand kept on a high shelf, pushed far to the back. Things Louis had never been allowed to touch unless they were fighting, and they hadn't fought in years.
(That he remembered.)
A little flutter of focus. Enough of a tug at the edges of his attention to draw out, "You've been better than me at it. Remembering."
Even as a human.
"It's your gift."