( Louis flushes faintly at Lestat's gentle teasing. He hadn't even realized he was frowning, but he can feel the little trench between his eyebrows now that it's been pointed out. He looks apologetic for a moment, struggling with his attempt to settle his features into a more peaceful expression— but then Armand shifts, speaks, and Louis looks more troubled than ever.
Pressed up against Lestat like this as he is, head tucked against his chest, all he can see is Armand — Armand, looking helpless and childlike and vulnerable in a way Louis has never seen before. His hand looks so small and delicate there, curled against Lestat's stomach, and Louis is suddenly quite aware of the edge of the bed just behind him, the uncertain boundaries of his own territory. )
Yes, it's all right, we're safe. Lestat is going to stay with you, Armand. Rest now... you need to heal.
( His voice is sweet and gentle, an attempt to be reassuring, a voice he's never bothered to use with Armand before tonight. Very tentatively, he reaches out to brush his fingers once through Armand's hair. It doesn't feel natural, this tenderness, but he feels the urge to comfort him all the same. )
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Pressed up against Lestat like this as he is, head tucked against his chest, all he can see is Armand — Armand, looking helpless and childlike and vulnerable in a way Louis has never seen before. His hand looks so small and delicate there, curled against Lestat's stomach, and Louis is suddenly quite aware of the edge of the bed just behind him, the uncertain boundaries of his own territory. )
Yes, it's all right, we're safe. Lestat is going to stay with you, Armand. Rest now... you need to heal.
( His voice is sweet and gentle, an attempt to be reassuring, a voice he's never bothered to use with Armand before tonight. Very tentatively, he reaches out to brush his fingers once through Armand's hair. It doesn't feel natural, this tenderness, but he feels the urge to comfort him all the same. )