"Right, right. I'm chronicling a suicide." A more meaningful accusation now that he knows about Armand, and the rules of the coven.
A sip of his drink, pushing down the bitter scepticism he always feels when Armand gets lovey-dovey about Louis (read: possessive. Intense.) It's as flattering as it was the first time around, of course, the way they give away each others' intentions towards him. And it's useful, to Daniel, to have them jealous of each other rather than working as an impenetrable unit. That's why he allowed it, back in Dubai. (And in— when —)
"Well, now I'm busy in England, so we can put off worrying about that for a while." As with his memories of San Francisco and Paris, he doesn't want to look too closely at his reasons for being here, accepts the paper-thin fabrication of chasing a new interview, a vague recollection of a flight, masked at Heathrow, a long drive.
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A sip of his drink, pushing down the bitter scepticism he always feels when Armand gets lovey-dovey about Louis (read: possessive. Intense.) It's as flattering as it was the first time around, of course, the way they give away each others' intentions towards him. And it's useful, to Daniel, to have them jealous of each other rather than working as an impenetrable unit. That's why he allowed it, back in Dubai. (And in— when —)
"Well, now I'm busy in England, so we can put off worrying about that for a while." As with his memories of San Francisco and Paris, he doesn't want to look too closely at his reasons for being here, accepts the paper-thin fabrication of chasing a new interview, a vague recollection of a flight, masked at Heathrow, a long drive.