Watching the detectives.

meanwhile dm:

"Is that your man? Yes, thats mine." 😌

And thinking about how that moment must--centuries later--colour his feelings about turning Daniel.

The way Armand is there, witnessing Lestat lose his human lover-cum-fledgling in such a painful, heartbreaking way, and being obviously moved by it.

The way everyone he's ever known who has made a fledgling out of someone they loved has had it go terribly wrong. The way he vows that he'll never do it.

And then he meets a mortal boy he cannot bear to live without. And he still vows that he'll never do it. And he only does it when his hand is forced, and the only other option is a world where that boy no longer exists.

Can't stop thinking about Lestat asking Armand to help him.

And Armand, knowing from the start that Nikki was too fragile for the dark gift doing what had to be done.

He cleans up Lestat's mess.

Lestat asks Armand to be the "monster," and Armand does what his lover asks of him. Because that's all he's ever known.

He serves.

Because in Armand’s traumatised mind, love has to be earned.

But whatever he does, it's never enough.

Lestat.

Louis.

They make the mess, and he cleans it up.

Then they resent and hate him for it.

He's seen too much.

Then along comes Daniel.

He sees Armand and loves him, not in spite of his monstrosity, but because of it.