"I wanted to take a little," he admits, hushed. "A small drink, before you went. I thought maybe you'd let me, if I asked."
Because that had been the half-formed thought already. He wouldn't kill Daniel. Daniel would live. It wasn't even about hunger. Louis had wanted so badly to taste him.
"But I lost control."
Daniel had pissed him off. Louis regrets it.
"I'm sorry. I don't think I was able to say it then."
Maybe he had, somewhere in that stretch of time with Daniel laid alongside him on that little bed. Louis, delirious with pain and exhaustion, saying things into the slip of space between them as he drifted in and out of awareness. Maybe he had apologized.
Maybe he should apologize now for how much he likes the scar that remains.
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The scar Louis gave him. Bit into him.
"I wanted to take a little," he admits, hushed. "A small drink, before you went. I thought maybe you'd let me, if I asked."
Because that had been the half-formed thought already. He wouldn't kill Daniel. Daniel would live. It wasn't even about hunger. Louis had wanted so badly to taste him.
"But I lost control."
Daniel had pissed him off. Louis regrets it.
"I'm sorry. I don't think I was able to say it then."
Maybe he had, somewhere in that stretch of time with Daniel laid alongside him on that little bed. Louis, delirious with pain and exhaustion, saying things into the slip of space between them as he drifted in and out of awareness. Maybe he had apologized.
Maybe he should apologize now for how much he likes the scar that remains.