The sense of Louis drawing closer. A feeling of circling arms, an embrace.
Daniel feels muted. It scares Louis, feeling even this implication of decline. Daniel is sharp and sarcastic and insightful and smart, had retained all things even with the disease. The sense of Daniel dwindling, exhausted and remote, it is just—
It cannot be permitted.
Louis has a cigarette in hand, the first time in a long time. He grinds it out. Listening, eyes closed, to Daniel. To the hum of the pedestrians and city around him.
Close. They're close to an end to this. Louis holds that thought like truth, a ward against panicky fear building in his chest.
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The sense of Louis drawing closer. A feeling of circling arms, an embrace.
Daniel feels muted. It scares Louis, feeling even this implication of decline. Daniel is sharp and sarcastic and insightful and smart, had retained all things even with the disease. The sense of Daniel dwindling, exhausted and remote, it is just—
It cannot be permitted.
Louis has a cigarette in hand, the first time in a long time. He grinds it out. Listening, eyes closed, to Daniel. To the hum of the pedestrians and city around him.
Close. They're close to an end to this. Louis holds that thought like truth, a ward against panicky fear building in his chest.