[ Lestat muses quietly, managing a little smile for Louis' sake, and heading toward their very rarely used bathroom. Lestat hasn't really bothered to decorate it much during his whirlwind purchasing spree, so it remains the same as the living room had been when Lestat had seen it for the first time; drab, dreary, a little dated, very boring. It bothers him less though, both due to its lack of use and the fact that there are much more important matters currently at hand, but some small part of him finds it all too easy to start quietly daydreaming about updating it. Perhaps that'll be something to keep him busy over the next few weeks.
He carefully lowers Louis' feet to the ground, keeping an arm around his waist in case he stumbles, making sure he can lean his weight on the sink should he need extra support. ]
Take it easy, alright? [ He mutters quietly, voice full of concern but still firm. ] Hold on to me if you must. [ A beat. ] Do you need help getting undressed?
[ He doesn't know why saying something like that should make his pulse tick up slightly, but it undeniably does. Resolutely, perhaps only slightly annoyed with himself, he forces his expression even and calm. ]
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[ Lestat muses quietly, managing a little smile for Louis' sake, and heading toward their very rarely used bathroom. Lestat hasn't really bothered to decorate it much during his whirlwind purchasing spree, so it remains the same as the living room had been when Lestat had seen it for the first time; drab, dreary, a little dated, very boring. It bothers him less though, both due to its lack of use and the fact that there are much more important matters currently at hand, but some small part of him finds it all too easy to start quietly daydreaming about updating it. Perhaps that'll be something to keep him busy over the next few weeks.
He carefully lowers Louis' feet to the ground, keeping an arm around his waist in case he stumbles, making sure he can lean his weight on the sink should he need extra support. ]
Take it easy, alright? [ He mutters quietly, voice full of concern but still firm. ] Hold on to me if you must. [ A beat. ] Do you need help getting undressed?
[ He doesn't know why saying something like that should make his pulse tick up slightly, but it undeniably does. Resolutely, perhaps only slightly annoyed with himself, he forces his expression even and calm. ]