{ It sounds eerily familiar. That's how Lestat feels with Claudia. She's there, but she's not. He's had many conversations with her over the years. He used to go by their old home and imagine he could see her up on the gallery, looking down at him. }
I can't bear to see you so distressed.
{ He tries to keep his tone light, but there's a sincerity in it. This is why he loves Louis so much, though, he's sensitive and feels so deeply. He's still so very human despite it all. }
[Louis shakes his head again.] And you still saved me last night.
[He starts to get up from the couch, half-bent over with pain and guilt both. He moves to the fridge but before he opens it for a blood bag, he steps back. What does he deserve any more?
Louis feels the same as after Paul died, how the guilt eats him from the inside out, how he feels as if nothing can erase his sins. And there is no confessional here.]
{ Lestat isn't sure if he believes it or not, but he thinks it's true. Louis had ripped his heart out, but he didn't want to see Lestat destroyed. If he had, he would have thrown Lestat in the flames.
And because he's spent almost a century pining and waiting for Louis to come back to him. Why throw it away? }
If you're thinking about not eating, I suggest you reconsider.
[Louis raises his eyes to Lestat at that statement. Does Lestat believe that? That Louis could possibly have remaining good will for him despite what happened? Louis, of course, would indeed do anything to save Lestat, book or no book. He'd listened to the hallucination of Lestat for so long and now he has the real thing here in the safe house.
If Lestat forgives him, then maybe Louis can try to start to forgive himself.
Or maybe after Louis tortures himself first, as he always does.]
Not hungry. [He still opens the fridge and holds out a bag for Lestat to take.]
{ He stands, one graceful and easy movement from couch to stand by Louis. He puts his hand on the bag but he doesn't take it, fixing his unblinking gaze on Louis. He refuses to mother or coddle, to tell Louis that he needs it. Louis knows he needs it, Louis is just being stubborn. }
We'll share it.
{ It lacks the intimacy of biting into the same neck, but Louis clearly didn't enjoy the same things Lestat did back then. Lestat didn't need a book to tell him that. }
Said I'm not hungry. [Louis calms the longer he plans out his own torture. It's a plan to move forward, even if it hurts him. If he does this then maybe his guilt will ease. It's a tried and true method Louis has used more than once.
He thrusts the bag toward Lestat, an insistence to take it.]
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I can't bear to see you so distressed.
{ He tries to keep his tone light, but there's a sincerity in it. This is why he loves Louis so much, though, he's sensitive and feels so deeply. He's still so very human despite it all. }
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[Louis shakes his head again, raising it to look at Lestat.]
There's nothing I can ever do to make up for that.
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I'm not asking you to make it up to me, Louis. I let it happen. I was an active participant in my own demise.
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[He starts to get up from the couch, half-bent over with pain and guilt both. He moves to the fridge but before he opens it for a blood bag, he steps back. What does he deserve any more?
Louis feels the same as after Paul died, how the guilt eats him from the inside out, how he feels as if nothing can erase his sins. And there is no confessional here.]
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{ Lestat isn't sure if he believes it or not, but he thinks it's true. Louis had ripped his heart out, but he didn't want to see Lestat destroyed. If he had, he would have thrown Lestat in the flames.
And because he's spent almost a century pining and waiting for Louis to come back to him. Why throw it away? }
If you're thinking about not eating, I suggest you reconsider.
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If Lestat forgives him, then maybe Louis can try to start to forgive himself.
Or maybe after Louis tortures himself first, as he always does.]
Not hungry. [He still opens the fridge and holds out a bag for Lestat to take.]
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We'll share it.
{ It lacks the intimacy of biting into the same neck, but Louis clearly didn't enjoy the same things Lestat did back then. Lestat didn't need a book to tell him that. }
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He thrusts the bag toward Lestat, an insistence to take it.]