“Two days?” his voice mixes with the guttural sound of another retch, followed by the wet gurgle of rancid blood at the bottom of the toilet.
Louis smiles, pressing his hand against his temple, the same one he kisses.
“You don’t remember a thing, do you?” he asks then, stroking his back, encouraging him to let go completely, to spit out whatever he’s holding inside.“You collapsed right in the middle of the concert—your fans are going hysterical; you should see what they’re writing.”
“I passed out?” he asks stupidly, stepping away from the toilet bowl.
“Mhmh.”
“And you brought me here?”
“It seemed like the only reasonable thing to do.”
Adult, post-season 2. Only Louis would figure the best way to get Lestat clean was to keep him captive in Dubai. Luckily these two are a matching, fucked up set… Uncomfortable but compelling.