[ Lestat looks at the alcohol bottles to his side as if he can create the distraction of being distracted by inspecting their labels, but it doesn't stick and is also entirely unbelievable. Like she'd said, he doesn't drink.
He looks back at her, his arms folded but his expression falling quite short of anything hard. In fact he looks a little like a child trying to be brave about their stomach aching; a little twisted up, a little uncertain, a little like they want comfort and a little annoyed that the world should be so cruel to them when they are just out here trying their best. ]
Honestly, I thought you were intending to wipe the slate clean. Forget all about it, all of it.
[ Not only their argument, but their first meeting, too. Perhaps it would be easier for them both that way. ]
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He looks back at her, his arms folded but his expression falling quite short of anything hard. In fact he looks a little like a child trying to be brave about their stomach aching; a little twisted up, a little uncertain, a little like they want comfort and a little annoyed that the world should be so cruel to them when they are just out here trying their best. ]
Honestly, I thought you were intending to wipe the slate clean. Forget all about it, all of it.
[ Not only their argument, but their first meeting, too. Perhaps it would be easier for them both that way. ]