Daniel really does look so lovely when he looks at Armand like that. It reminds him of those days throughout the seventies, when Armand had the decision to stay with his beautiful boy, even though he would be damning him to addiction. Never mind that Armand had yet to truly let go of Louis.
That's no longer an obstacle -- in either case.
"I'd like to walk," Armand admits. "We could go to mine for the evening," he suggests. "I live near the ocean, we could stop there and return home for dawn."
He's eager to see precisely where Daniel intends to put his hands, though perhaps he'll keep them to himself as they speak. "Earlier," he says, after he sharply inhales, "when I was on my knees, there was a moment I was not Rashid. I was Amadeo. But you must understand, beloved, that both of them are like other people to me. I can cut them away from myself, so that I no longer experience that."
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That's no longer an obstacle -- in either case.
"I'd like to walk," Armand admits. "We could go to mine for the evening," he suggests. "I live near the ocean, we could stop there and return home for dawn."
He's eager to see precisely where Daniel intends to put his hands, though perhaps he'll keep them to himself as they speak. "Earlier," he says, after he sharply inhales, "when I was on my knees, there was a moment I was not Rashid. I was Amadeo. But you must understand, beloved, that both of them are like other people to me. I can cut them away from myself, so that I no longer experience that."