( Louis tips his head toward Lestat's hand, chasing that gentle reassurance, amazed by how easily and swiftly he's soothed by those long, clever fingers in his hair. It doesn't matter that they're so far from home there may not even be a way to measure the distance — Lestat is right. They are together. )
Thank you, Lestat.
( He curls his fingers around Lestat's wrist and presses a kiss just below the cuff of his sleeve. )
It's terribly selfish of me to be glad that you're here, but I am.
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Thank you, Lestat.
( He curls his fingers around Lestat's wrist and presses a kiss just below the cuff of his sleeve. )
It's terribly selfish of me to be glad that you're here, but I am.