(Two is enough, Louis thinks, feeling terribly sentimental about all of this, their little home, the sincere happiness in Lestat's eyes when he had decided to play along with this. His voice is soft and full of feeling when he answers: )
I can't live without it.
(Read between the lines.
There's a sharp tug in his chest; his eyes sting, and he blinks against the artificial lights overhead, though he knows they aren't the reason. He starts to sit up, instinctively reaching toward Lestat for a hand that he doesn't need in the slightest but wants desperately. )
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I can't live without it.
( Read between the lines.
There's a sharp tug in his chest; his eyes sting, and he blinks against the artificial lights overhead, though he knows they aren't the reason. He starts to sit up, instinctively reaching toward Lestat for a hand that he doesn't need in the slightest but wants desperately. )