"You're the only person I'd even think of trusting like that."
The sentiment echoes through feeling: the only person he might believe wants to share everything with him, the only person he'd let into his head that way. No one else is even a maybe. It's just Louis. Louis, who nearly killed him, who maybe should have, who went through hell with him, who remembered with him.
Not his maker. Better for it.
He slides a touch over the other man's shoulders, feeling a little reluctant to stay totally apart. Which is absurd, they're in a goddamn shower together, it's pretty fucking close.
"Do vampires like saunas? I guess we wouldn't have to worry about passing out. I used to do that when I was really broke. Chug cheap bottles of wine in the shower. Because I was too classy for huffing glue, you know."
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The sentiment echoes through feeling: the only person he might believe wants to share everything with him, the only person he'd let into his head that way. No one else is even a maybe. It's just Louis. Louis, who nearly killed him, who maybe should have, who went through hell with him, who remembered with him.
Not his maker. Better for it.
He slides a touch over the other man's shoulders, feeling a little reluctant to stay totally apart. Which is absurd, they're in a goddamn shower together, it's pretty fucking close.
"Do vampires like saunas? I guess we wouldn't have to worry about passing out. I used to do that when I was really broke. Chug cheap bottles of wine in the shower. Because I was too classy for huffing glue, you know."