Psychic fingers tangle, light and playful. Immediately tripping and falling into the abyss of coiled together minds is probably too quick, but Daniel will never shut him out. He's getting better at it rapidly, improving night by night, and though there's still an excitable, fledgling energy to it all, he's no longer accidentally almost bowling Louis over. Less of a mess inside, tidied up a bit, compartmentalized into work and and emotion and (things he's keeping sectioned away, thanks Armand) everything else.
"Missed you, too." Warm. Daniel offers another small kiss, chasing in return. Helpless against wanting him, even through the tangle of insecurities he may always be working through.
"I'm glad you're safe. And here. I know we can talk anytime, but I like seeing you."
Suppose they fall into each other. Suppose they tangle up in this hotel room, only emerging when the hunger is too great to bear?
Anything murmurs beneath the tangle of their minds, Louis sliding in among the neat order Daniel has been building within his own head. He learns so rapidly. It is different in some small way each time Louis touches his mind, sees how Daniel has grown since they last spoke.
"I'll stay stateside a while. Make it easier to show up when you got a couple off days."
And Louis has promised to attend concerts. Has been speaking to Lestat, text messages and phone calls. Similar reassurances. He is alive, he is safe, no one has harmed him.
Complicated.
Louis puts these things aside. Leans their foreheads together, slides his arm around his shoulders.
"You hungry? Or you wanna stay here and talk a while before we start thinking about those drinks you promised me?"
An invitation for Daniel to continue tinkering with the laptop, if he likes. Louis is willing to indulge, to enjoy the challenge of distracting him away from it in an hour or so.
Staying right here, wrapped up together, is alluring. Daniel could happily lose days and nights, knows it's the same for Louis— he's discovered he really has to keep himself on schedule, now that hes dead. He doesn't get tired the same way, and time passes almost the way it did when he was a teenager, flying by carelessly, brilliantly.
Louis being in the US is good. It makes him perk up, his eyes crinkling with the sincerity of his smile. Even if it's not completely for him, it's still good. Daniel likes the idea of him being closer, no matter the big picture reasons.
"I'm not hungry," he says, "but we could still go out."
Watching Daniel smile really diminishes the allure of heading out into the streets of downtown Columbus.
Armand had wanted him, yes. Louis knows this, has never felt any reason to doubt it. Armand had wanted him, but by the time they parted, the unseen fractures between them had swallowed up any pleasure they could possibly take in each other's company. How rare it would have been, to see Armand look at him with the kind of sincerity Daniel shows now, smiling at the possibility of sharing a continent with Louis.
They do need to be disentangling, but Louis leans up and kisses him again as if Daniel's expression is something that could be tasted.
"Buy me a drink," Louis entices, punctuates with a last light kiss brushed to Daniel's mouth. "I'd like that."
Echoes of the past, Daniel fumbling a crumpled bill onto the bar to buy Louis something cheap but strong. Louis letting him, even though he had a wallet thick with cash.
"You can tell me what you been doing since I last saw you."
Whatever Daniel hasn't already offered up, set into Louis' mind whenever they reached out to each other telepahically.
How is anyone not sincerely happy to see Louis? A mystery. Daniel was taken with him first thing in the bar, all those years ago. His heart had leapt (in panic, in curiosity) when he'd gotten the tapes, and he'd spiraled into aggressive fear and managed excitement seeing him again in Dubai. Happy to smile, now, happy to be happy, with him, and not in Dubai or anywhere else Louis has been getting into fights.
A conundrum, all that. He wants the information being collected, but he doesn't love the way Louis' been coping with things. At least for now, he's here with Daniel, and he can lean in for one last kiss and give his hand a squeeze, know that he's got him safe and sound for a few days.
"Hotel bar, or a walk?"
Daniel steps back, though slightly reluctantly; telegraphed in the way he keeps one hand linked with Louis'. He moves to snag the post card with his other, and holds it up—
Daniel keeps hold of his hand, and Louis tangles their fingers together securely. Maintaining contact, as long as feels comfortable. As long as what Louis feels coming off Daniel is content, rather than self-conscious.
The intention to walk is there in the casual tug towards the door, stymied as Daniel holds up the postcard.
And Louis smiles, even though behind the most immediate reaction is something more complicated.
"I bet they're giving you a run for your money," Louis says, reaching to take the card from Daniel's hand. Runs a thumb over the assortment of signatures on the opposite side, smile warming, shifting quieter in the wake of the initial grin.
"And I bet you got some stories. Maybe some you'll even tell me about."
Assuming the possibility of Daniel holding back. That some parts of him are private, and not meant for Louis, even if they involve Lestat.
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"Missed you, too." Warm. Daniel offers another small kiss, chasing in return. Helpless against wanting him, even through the tangle of insecurities he may always be working through.
"I'm glad you're safe. And here. I know we can talk anytime, but I like seeing you."
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Anything murmurs beneath the tangle of their minds, Louis sliding in among the neat order Daniel has been building within his own head. He learns so rapidly. It is different in some small way each time Louis touches his mind, sees how Daniel has grown since they last spoke.
"I'll stay stateside a while. Make it easier to show up when you got a couple off days."
And Louis has promised to attend concerts. Has been speaking to Lestat, text messages and phone calls. Similar reassurances. He is alive, he is safe, no one has harmed him.
Complicated.
Louis puts these things aside. Leans their foreheads together, slides his arm around his shoulders.
"You hungry? Or you wanna stay here and talk a while before we start thinking about those drinks you promised me?"
An invitation for Daniel to continue tinkering with the laptop, if he likes. Louis is willing to indulge, to enjoy the challenge of distracting him away from it in an hour or so.
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Louis being in the US is good. It makes him perk up, his eyes crinkling with the sincerity of his smile. Even if it's not completely for him, it's still good. Daniel likes the idea of him being closer, no matter the big picture reasons.
"I'm not hungry," he says, "but we could still go out."
Or else he really might vanish into work.
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Armand had wanted him, yes. Louis knows this, has never felt any reason to doubt it. Armand had wanted him, but by the time they parted, the unseen fractures between them had swallowed up any pleasure they could possibly take in each other's company. How rare it would have been, to see Armand look at him with the kind of sincerity Daniel shows now, smiling at the possibility of sharing a continent with Louis.
They do need to be disentangling, but Louis leans up and kisses him again as if Daniel's expression is something that could be tasted.
"Buy me a drink," Louis entices, punctuates with a last light kiss brushed to Daniel's mouth. "I'd like that."
Echoes of the past, Daniel fumbling a crumpled bill onto the bar to buy Louis something cheap but strong. Louis letting him, even though he had a wallet thick with cash.
"You can tell me what you been doing since I last saw you."
Whatever Daniel hasn't already offered up, set into Louis' mind whenever they reached out to each other telepahically.
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A conundrum, all that. He wants the information being collected, but he doesn't love the way Louis' been coping with things. At least for now, he's here with Daniel, and he can lean in for one last kiss and give his hand a squeeze, know that he's got him safe and sound for a few days.
"Hotel bar, or a walk?"
Daniel steps back, though slightly reluctantly; telegraphed in the way he keeps one hand linked with Louis'. He moves to snag the post card with his other, and holds it up—
"Chasing after these loons, mostly."
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The intention to walk is there in the casual tug towards the door, stymied as Daniel holds up the postcard.
And Louis smiles, even though behind the most immediate reaction is something more complicated.
"I bet they're giving you a run for your money," Louis says, reaching to take the card from Daniel's hand. Runs a thumb over the assortment of signatures on the opposite side, smile warming, shifting quieter in the wake of the initial grin.
"And I bet you got some stories. Maybe some you'll even tell me about."
Assuming the possibility of Daniel holding back. That some parts of him are private, and not meant for Louis, even if they involve Lestat.