Baby steps. He's not actively dying anymore, and Louis is free, and Daniel does have a worry in the back of his head that if Lestat found them making out, he'd do worse than just make them forget. He's pretty sure if Lestat had found Louis and Daniel giggling at each other in a bar in 1973, that he'd have just killed Daniel right there, and saved everybody the trouble.
And doesn't Louis deserve that kind of devotion, no matter how fucked it is? Yeah. He wishes it could come without the danger of intimate violence, though. It makes his heart ache.
Louis says—
That.
Doesn't know why it touches him so tenderly, but it does. A disarming fantasy, to be wanted so sincerely. Maybe that's why he has such an irritating kernel of understanding for Lestat. They both run people off by being themselves.
"We can do fifty years easy, now." Another forehead kiss. At this point he's just venting the desire for something else, and not subtly. Restless, conflicted. "I wish... I could remember it normally."
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And doesn't Louis deserve that kind of devotion, no matter how fucked it is? Yeah. He wishes it could come without the danger of intimate violence, though. It makes his heart ache.
Louis says—
That.
Doesn't know why it touches him so tenderly, but it does. A disarming fantasy, to be wanted so sincerely. Maybe that's why he has such an irritating kernel of understanding for Lestat. They both run people off by being themselves.
"We can do fifty years easy, now." Another forehead kiss. At this point he's just venting the desire for something else, and not subtly. Restless, conflicted. "I wish... I could remember it normally."