{ He waits patiently, not moving as he listens to each of Louis' movements. He only moves once Louis is laying with him, reaching up to close the lid an envelope them in darkness.
It's a strange sensation. Lestat had abandoned any hope of being in this situation with Louis again, but their encounter in New Orleans had given some flame to the embers again. Even if they went their separate ways, there was a promise of something there.
But the thoughts in his head give way to sleep, the familiar weight of Louis being a welcome comfort. }
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It's a strange sensation. Lestat had abandoned any hope of being in this situation with Louis again, but their encounter in New Orleans had given some flame to the embers again. Even if they went their separate ways, there was a promise of something there.
But the thoughts in his head give way to sleep, the familiar weight of Louis being a welcome comfort. }