( Louis's lips form a thin line; for a moment it seems as if he isn't going to elaborate, and even he isn't certain whether he wants to say more. It isn't a comfortable topic, but he has to admit that Daniel knows more about him than almost anyone. It occurs to him with a faint pang of something like guilt that he hardly knows the boy at all. But then, he'd never had any intention of knowing him. It's a miracle that Daniel even survived their night together.
He lets out a sigh, and slants a sideways look toward Daniel, confiding: )
It comes in bottles here. Absolutely wretched, but how can I complain?
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( Louis's lips form a thin line; for a moment it seems as if he isn't going to elaborate, and even he isn't certain whether he wants to say more. It isn't a comfortable topic, but he has to admit that Daniel knows more about him than almost anyone. It occurs to him with a faint pang of something like guilt that he hardly knows the boy at all. But then, he'd never had any intention of knowing him. It's a miracle that Daniel even survived their night together.
He lets out a sigh, and slants a sideways look toward Daniel, confiding: )
It comes in bottles here. Absolutely wretched, but how can I complain?