A grin through Daniel's fingers, Louis' smile widening just a fraction.
"Could get one," Louis offers.
There is cereal in a cupboard in Dubai. Morocco is spared the expense of a well-stocked kitchen, of the punishing ritual Louis used for so long to feed himself.
But a switchblade, Morocco can yield up a switchblade.
Louis wants to do everything with Daniel. To be as reckless as they were in San Francisco, indestructible in it now. Louis wants to know every part of Daniel, wants to see him flex his new abilities over and over again.
"We could do everything you passed on."
A casual offering, easy as a shrug, as a drawn breath. They can do anything. Everything. Why shouldn't they?
(In the main room, stacks of papers languish. Monetarily ignored, never forgotten.)
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"Could get one," Louis offers.
There is cereal in a cupboard in Dubai. Morocco is spared the expense of a well-stocked kitchen, of the punishing ritual Louis used for so long to feed himself.
But a switchblade, Morocco can yield up a switchblade.
Louis wants to do everything with Daniel. To be as reckless as they were in San Francisco, indestructible in it now. Louis wants to know every part of Daniel, wants to see him flex his new abilities over and over again.
"We could do everything you passed on."
A casual offering, easy as a shrug, as a drawn breath. They can do anything. Everything. Why shouldn't they?
(In the main room, stacks of papers languish. Monetarily ignored, never forgotten.)