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[ He can feel Louis looking at him, perhaps weighing up his options or maybe simply trying to decide if what Lestat wants is worth settling here when he'd clearly had no intention to when he'd first arrived... And then he feels Louis' hand on his chest, his body curling in closer, and something like a breath of relief leaves him at the knowledge that he'll be able to have him close. While he assumes it doesn't affect him, sleeping alone, he's become awfully accustomed to it over the past few months, to the point where the idea of sleeping without knowing Louis was safely curled up next to him was settling a little strange in his chest. ]

I will, though... I don't think he'll agree there's anything to thank him for.

[ Not modesty, Lestat knows, just a great discomfort for being the vulnerable party. It makes him smile, a bit, to think of Armand's face so screwed up with derision. He presses a kiss to Louis' head, then lets his other hand fall gently to Armand's hair, winding through the curls idly. He murmurs something that might have been a wish for them to both rest well, but it's muffled by the overwhelming and fast acting temptation to sleep. ]