[ in all the bad times they shared there were good in equal measure. there was love under the anger and loneliness, fondness where resentment tried to take root and squash it out. louis feels the sting of hurt all the same - the lies, the way things could have been so, so different.
but it's different here, too. armand speaks and his body responds, moving to wrap arms around him, pull him into his chest and hold him just as he held him when he was shivering and dying in the dark and cold of the house. ]
I'm sorry.
[ because there is little else he can say - because there are no balms for a memory like that. instead he turns his head and presses a kiss against armand's temple, letting his lips linger, keeping his arms tight around him. ]
I tried. [ to save him. to nurse him back into health. to cure the shivers and the pains. but to no avail. ] I'm here. I got you
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but it's different here, too. armand speaks and his body responds, moving to wrap arms around him, pull him into his chest and hold him just as he held him when he was shivering and dying in the dark and cold of the house. ]
I'm sorry.
[ because there is little else he can say - because there are no balms for a memory like that. instead he turns his head and presses a kiss against armand's temple, letting his lips linger, keeping his arms tight around him. ]
I tried. [ to save him. to nurse him back into health. to cure the shivers and the pains. but to no avail. ] I'm here. I got you