( It's a relief to be back in their quiet apartment, and though part of Louis knows that nothing in this city can be entirely trusted, the simple truth is that this place feels like home. Not the way their flat in New Orleans had felt like home for sixty years, but then, what could possibly replace that? They've made this little dwelling their own, carved out a comfortable, intimate space for themselves, and Louis feels safe here for now, in spite of everything that's transpired.
Louis nods. His hair is plastered to his face, clothing soaked and dripping onto the floor; he looks even wetter now that he's out of the rain. )
Yes. We both ought to shower, at the very least.
( He tugs gently at one of Lestat's curls. )
I think I can stand long enough to rinse all of this off.
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Louis nods. His hair is plastered to his face, clothing soaked and dripping onto the floor; he looks even wetter now that he's out of the rain. )
Yes. We both ought to shower, at the very least.
( He tugs gently at one of Lestat's curls. )
I think I can stand long enough to rinse all of this off.