Daniel is upset about Newark. Armand nicks his palm with his fingernail, wishing to be unobtrusive as he listens: one small cut; a reminder to add Newark to his apology notes app.
He’s warm, his face is too warm; and he knows his expression is incorrect: he has a tendency to smile when insulted, when embarrassed. There are two reasons for this, the first is because- (the first reason escapes him)
The second reason is because Danny’s never more alive than when he’s telling someone off. It’s something to watch. Armand gets to watch it, feel the full force directed at him, gets the privilege of seeing Daniel lit up, alive, breathing, shouting.
Armand adds to the nicks on his palm:
- twink bottom sociopath? (unsure if this is something to apologize for, or more of an inherent flaw)
- friendless (could improve)
Daniel’s left. Daniel’s said, “Pick up the tab, will ya, Pops?” popping every P, hitting every syllable like it’s divorced him twice.
If he’d never seen the inside of Daniel’s mind, Armand would think the journalist rehearsed this: but he knows the words torrent from Danny when he is frustrated. No. Not frustrated: angry. Like a witty machine gun, rat-tat-tatting the insults.
Opening the notes app on his phone:
- what wrong with Newark?
Director's Cut (I write a chapter after every The Vampire Lestat episode)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86748561/chapters/229610741