If I were to grab it I’d be in the wrong.

So you just let anybody touch you now?

Don’t start with that shit.

I said don’t start!

Yeah, you always want to, don’t you?

I don't care what you do, Lestat.

And give you some kinda sick satisfaction? I’m good.

His face, on the other hand, was frustrated and angry. “Nah, shit, Lestat. You like to play them games with me. Manipulate my mind. Make me love you only to go and screw everybody around the town! Fuck. You.”

“That poster has meaning and you know it!”

That stung and that pain flashed across his face before he tried to hide it quickly, replacing it with more anger than he had the first time. “What the fuck that mean?!”

“That’s because you only see me when you want to, Lestat!” He exclaimed. “Once you get me for a moment you get bored and run off to someone else turn come back when you get bored of them!”

“There’s always someone else in your corner!” He said, and before he could stop himself he pushed Lestat. “The hands! Look at those damn hands all up on you! YOU ALWAYS HAVE SOMEONE ELSE IN YOUR CORNER!”

“WELL MAYBE IT’S WHAT THE FUCK I NEED TO HEAR! You keep being around these other people so maybe I need that fuckin’ reassurance! You ever thought of that?!”

“I be more content if you were dead, Lestat.”

Louis’ eyes had tears at the brim, threatening to fall. He loved Lestat but knew he was too dangerous- him being out and around entertaining other people was damaging to his heart. “Don’t… Don’t Louis me,” was all he was capable of mustering.

He bit down on his lip, hard. Desperately trying to look away from the man but his eyes only finding him every time.

“I want you to die but I don’t want you to die! You just be giving me no choice! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

It’s like that word had control over him. That single simple word. Goodbye. And suddenly Louis was running toward him in an effort to help. “You ain’t about to fuckin leave me!”

“Stop, just stop,” he said, grabbing him protectively into his arms.

Louis’ eyes were blinking furiously as he fought to contain his own threatening tears. He couldn’t imagine life without ever talking to Lestat no matter how many times he thought that’s what he wanted.