The club, tonight at eight o'clock. I thank you for this.
[At the appointed time, Dorian is seated at one of the tables at the club, leafing through a book. When the door opens, he glances up, then sits back in his seat and gestures for Louis to sit down.]
[ It's not really too uncommon to find someone looking like they're deep in thought about something at the diner - and definitely also not uncommon for the thing they are thinking about to not seem particularly great.
And with how much attention Daniel pays to the people around him, it's not that difficult at all for him to realise Louis must be dealing with the latter, judging by how much he's found the other frowning in troubled ways lately.
And ignoring that? That sure isn't something Daniel ever does, not when he's fond of Louis. He doesn't want the other to keep having to look that way.
So even though he doesn't imagine he can definitely help whatever might be troubling the other, the least he can do is hear Louis out, Daniel figures. So he approaches the other at the diner with a small, but warm smile on his face. ]
Hey, Louis. I hope you don't mind me saying this, but.. it sure seems like you've been thinking about something tonight. Do you maybe want to talk about it?
( Things Dorian doesn't know: 8 PM is still early for Louis, even in the long dark of wintertime. Ordinarily, with no particular urgency toward rousing himself, he might still be lazing around in the clothes he'd worn to bed last night. He isn't, as they say, a morning person. But this is important.
He's dressed warmly against the damp chill that seems to hang in the air this month: a black wool coat over a thick green sweater, soft leather gloves and a matching newsboy cap. The hat he removes when he enters, but the gloves stay on.
Louis shakes his head slightly side to side, politely dismissing Dorian's thanks as he takes the seat across from him. The truth is that he feels he owes it to him in some inexplicable way, in spite of any misgivings he might have about the man. But admitting to that sense of debt is more than Louis wants to give him. )
I only ask that you temper your expectations. I lack true talent when it comes to reading minds. There are those rare vampires among us who can reach out and pluck a thought from your head just as easily as you might flip to a passage in a book.
( Despite his preternatural senses being more than sufficient to detect almost anyone sneaking up on him, Louis still looks mildly startled to be pulled so abruptly from the churning depths of his worry. He looks up at Daniel, first wide-eyed and then, after a sigh, a little rueful. He's never been any good at concealing his darker moods, and tonight he's spent the last twenty minutes or so staring down into his full mug of coffee with his hands cupped around it for warmth, hardly moving, his expression pinched into a frown. It couldn't be more obvious. )
Ah... Daniel.
( His expression softens into something vaguely like a smile, and he gestures to the empty booth across from him. )
It's grim, but I've been thinking about how fragile all of this is.
I know. And I do believe that. When we define ourselves by our worst actions, we lose hope of rising above them. If we cannot make up for the wrongs we've done, we might at least spare others the same harm.
[The line of Dorian's shoulders eases when Louis states his major concern about the entire affair--it's the same concern as his own.]
I did not like that he took the blame for it, but he did it while I was away. He asked me to make no confessions, but given as you already know, I wanted to apologize. It was...misguided. I thought because his first full moon here resulted in no encounters, the same would happen this time.
Well. You know what they used to pave the road to Hell. I've done many things that I regret — some misguided, some merely uncaring... some cruel. Immortality only gives us more opportunities to err. What can we do but try to learn from our mistakes?
( He spreads his hands slightly in a small shrug. )
What made you want to help him?
( It's a strange question, perhaps, but Louis asks it without any judgment or reproach. )
[It is a surprising question, since Dorian didn't really think about it that much. He knows why Ethan needed help, but not why he should be the one to do it. He probably shouldn't have been. He's never been a helping people kind of person before, so he's pretty terrible at it.]
He is afraid of the wolf. Of what he is. [Dorian isn't totally without empathy, he's just better at denial. He hesitates before he says the next thing.] And he helps me.
On the other hand, if anyone is looking thoughtful in this city lately, you can bet there's a good chance all of this is on their mind.. It's been hard for Daniel to think about much of anything else too, ever since they learned so much just the other month.
So even though it'll inevitably lead to a similarly grim discussion, he isn't shying away from it. Especially since he offered for Louis to be able to talk to him about it in the first place.
Daniel moves to sit in the booth as well, staring at Louis over the table. ]
In that case... I'm glad I could help in some way. If you still feel like talking once you've slept and sobered up and nursed your inevitable headache, you may call on me after sunset tomorrow.
( wait. )
Come over just to visit, you mean?
...
I think that would be nice. I have a growing list of films I intend to watch. Perhaps you could help me with it.
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