( Louis huffs one of his quiet, incredulous laughs. He sounds very tired; speaking still makes his chest ache terribly, and laughing even more so, but he doesn't mind. He'll bear it. His fingers tangle in the back of Lestat's hair, holding onto a fistful of it. )
Very well. As long as you'll allow me the indulgence of complaining.
( He's wracked by a hard, sudden shiver, and he groans quietly as it passes through him, holding tight to Lestat. )
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Very well. As long as you'll allow me the indulgence of complaining.
( He's wracked by a hard, sudden shiver, and he groans quietly as it passes through him, holding tight to Lestat. )
God. Is it cold, or am I?