Concerned by far more than the idea of Lestat prowling the manor at leisure, Armand reaches for Louis' other hand, holding both in his as if to ground him in reality, in their shared fears.
"Yes, I have." No need to elaborate on that meeting, fraught and pointless as it was. A confirmation that old scars have not fully healed, and that Armand's position is far more precarious than he thought. The idea that Lestat is unaware of their future makes more sense, now, given that encounter.
For now, Armand is focused wholly on Louis. Worried about him and for what they've built together. His grip on Louis' hands is a tight, desperate thing. Hating that little hopeful note in Louis' voice, the vestigial remains of his love.
"He doesn't know.. what you did, you and Claudia." Wary of speaking it aloud, in case it can be overheard. His expression is intense, focused. "Louis. He cannot be allowed to discover it."
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"Yes, I have." No need to elaborate on that meeting, fraught and pointless as it was. A confirmation that old scars have not fully healed, and that Armand's position is far more precarious than he thought. The idea that Lestat is unaware of their future makes more sense, now, given that encounter.
For now, Armand is focused wholly on Louis. Worried about him and for what they've built together. His grip on Louis' hands is a tight, desperate thing. Hating that little hopeful note in Louis' voice, the vestigial remains of his love.
"He doesn't know.. what you did, you and Claudia." Wary of speaking it aloud, in case it can be overheard. His expression is intense, focused. "Louis. He cannot be allowed to discover it."