Armand tips his head to the side, almost as if he intends to scold Daniel. "As I am?" he echoes. "You know so many of the terrible things I've done. I don't regret any of them," he admits frankly, which is something he's never said to Louis before, because it didn't behoove the situation.
And yet, he doesn't. If anything, he only regrets not getting away with it.
He tugs Daniel inside with him, bringing him into the sparsely furnished space -- after all, he lives with Daniel, why bother with this one? "We did go to several nightclubs," he admits, draping his jacket on the table as he begins to unbutton his shirt. "And, I'm sure that you did make me laugh," he says, frowning slightly now. "I'm not sure I can recall when."
Is this another memory he's lost? Perhaps it hurt too much to remember that he couldn't have it anymore, and that's why he buried it.
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Date: 2024-09-08 04:32 pm (UTC)And yet, he doesn't. If anything, he only regrets not getting away with it.
He tugs Daniel inside with him, bringing him into the sparsely furnished space -- after all, he lives with Daniel, why bother with this one? "We did go to several nightclubs," he admits, draping his jacket on the table as he begins to unbutton his shirt. "And, I'm sure that you did make me laugh," he says, frowning slightly now. "I'm not sure I can recall when."
Is this another memory he's lost? Perhaps it hurt too much to remember that he couldn't have it anymore, and that's why he buried it.