"Maybe we should try that again. Somehow," and he's smirking, tone warm, "I think you might still get a kick in dressing me up any which way you like." He can't deny the appeal of it on his end, either.
"So maybe it wasn't the issue, but I--" Jesus. He ducks his head before he can stop him, a much younger gesture. "It means something to me. I don't remember all of that, for one. And I know it doesn't get more serious than a declaration of eternal companionship, but this is part of me showing, not telling."
Daniel's had a chance to chat this shit out a little, between Neil and Lestat. It helps. "I want to be good to you," he murmurs, feeling like he's going to find out if the undead can still turn red in the face.
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Date: 2024-08-26 02:42 am (UTC)"So maybe it wasn't the issue, but I--" Jesus. He ducks his head before he can stop him, a much younger gesture. "It means something to me. I don't remember all of that, for one. And I know it doesn't get more serious than a declaration of eternal companionship, but this is part of me showing, not telling."
Daniel's had a chance to chat this shit out a little, between Neil and Lestat. It helps. "I want to be good to you," he murmurs, feeling like he's going to find out if the undead can still turn red in the face.