[ Lestat feels Armand's resistance - no, resistance is the wrong word; resistance makes it sound like Armand is pushing him away when really that couldn't be further from the truth, and it feels more like Armand is taking a breath, desperate for a pause. He draws back, just enough to get a look at Armand's face like this, to try and read that crumbling mask and determine what's wrong, but he doesn't have to wonder for long, as soon Armand speaks both into the room around them and inside Lestat's head.
Lestat exhales, slowly, and nods. He thinks he should be feeling some kind of remorse for getting so carried away with someone so injured, for being so delighted with his own physical traits — or lack thereof — that he forgot Armand's current state entirely.. but he doesn't, and what's more he's somehow entirely certain that Armand won't mind in the slightest. ]
Alright, ange. Let me help you.
[ He draws back but doesn't halt their touching entirely, somehow reluctant to cease contact in case Armand is whisked from his side again. He helps him to rearrange that ridiculous wrap-around tunic he's wearing before ultimately giving up and shedding his golden letterman so he can bully it carefully around Armand's shoulders. Their size is decent enough that it rests on his hips, not saving his dignity entirely but at least softening the blow. ]
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Lestat exhales, slowly, and nods. He thinks he should be feeling some kind of remorse for getting so carried away with someone so injured, for being so delighted with his own physical traits — or lack thereof — that he forgot Armand's current state entirely.. but he doesn't, and what's more he's somehow entirely certain that Armand won't mind in the slightest. ]
Alright, ange. Let me help you.
[ He draws back but doesn't halt their touching entirely, somehow reluctant to cease contact in case Armand is whisked from his side again. He helps him to rearrange that ridiculous wrap-around tunic he's wearing before ultimately giving up and shedding his golden letterman so he can bully it carefully around Armand's shoulders. Their size is decent enough that it rests on his hips, not saving his dignity entirely but at least softening the blow. ]
Do you think you can stand?