( Louis lets himself be pulled ever so slightly closer, wanting so badly to agree and yet feeling oddly as if he's intruding. He glances at the narrow space available for him, unsure. He knows that Armand wouldn't mind, likely even wants him here, and yet he feels the most terrible guilt at knowing that he wouldn't have the same longings if their positions were reversed. )
Are you certain? ( He chews at his lip. ) All right. Just for a few moments.
( He wonders if the death sleep will allow him to simply lie on the couch, when it comes. )
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Are you certain? ( He chews at his lip. ) All right. Just for a few moments.
( He wonders if the death sleep will allow him to simply lie on the couch, when it comes. )