He was outside their front door leaning on the cast iron gate cigarette between his fingers as he watched people go by. He's the first to admit he was distracted by what he was seeing. The mortals were putting out decorations, some muttering about carving pumpkins. He blinks and look over his shoulder to Louis. Perfect as ever as he took the last few steps down the stairs. "On the sofa, Mon chéri." He takes a drag from his cigarette as his gaze follows a family that lives a few houses down listening to their thoughts. "Mon cœur, what's Halloween? Is it to do with why they are hanging up decorations?" He doesn't wait for answer before flicks his cigarette into the street heads inside shunting the door before him. "Tell me everything." He takes Louis' hands guiding him to the sofa where his cardigan was and picks it up to hold it open for Louis so he can help him slip it on then presses a kiss to his cheek as he walks around to fix the other collar. "I want to understand what has the mortals so excited by this Halloween festival." His blue eyes widen with wonder as grins at Louis as he rests his hands on the other chest. "Please Louis, we never had anything like this in France."

He  can  feel  the  tears  start  to  build  in  the  concern  of  his  eyes  as  licks  his  lips  as  he  closes  his  fingers  to  make  fist  into  his  upper  arms  like  he  was  hugging  himself.  He  is  still  standing  there  with  his  head  bowed.  Most  would  think  him  a  statue  if  not  for  the  tremors  running  through  his  body.  A  drop  of  blood  hits  the  back  of  the  seat.  The  tears  are  hardly  a  surprise.  He  always  is  quick  to  cry,  to  anger,  to  laugh,  to  love.  Big  feelings  his  mother  had  called  it,  too  big  emotions  for  him  to  handle.

This  all  started  because  he  opened  up  about  her  or  he  told  him  what  felt  necessary  for  him  to  understand  what  happened  while  she  was  on  tour  with  him  and  she  was  gone  for  now  since  he  yelled  at  since  he  refused  to  sing.There  was  still  a  lot  he  missed  out  about  their  history  tales  for  another  time.  They  still  had  to  reschedule  the  final  gig  which  made  him  feel  sick  to  his  stomach  just  thinking  about  it.  He  never  had  expected  him  to  believe  a  word  of  it  but  here  Louis  was  proving  just  how  much  of  Saint  he  truly  was.  "Y-you  do?"  He  looks  up  at  that,  turning  to  face  Louis  with  red  rimmed  eyes  and  a  downturned  mouth.

Tears  fall  freely  as  eyes  widen  with  just  wonder  at  how  Louis  was  wanting  to  help  him  even  after  what  he  had  told  him.  Still  wanting  to  be  with  him  to  care  for  him.  Let  me  help  anyway.  There  wasn't  much  Louis  could  say  that  could  help.  He  took  a  deep  breath  as  he  was  trying  to  adjust  his  breathing,   the   little   hiccups   still   lightly   disrupting   his   pattern,   but   the  chaotic  rise  and  fall  of  his  chest  slows. 

Then  his  body  moving  without  much  thought  as  he  all  but  crushes  into  the  other  arms  wrapping  around  the  other  and  gripping  onto  his  shirt  like  it  was  a  life  line.  His  St.Louis  is  still  surprising  even  decades  later.  “You  believing  me  and  being  here  is  enough.”  He  buried  his  face  gently  into  the  side  of  the  other  neck;  it  had  been  weeks  since  they  lost  the  heads;  the  scars  for  both  were  close  to  fading.  “Tu  me  tiens  assez  fort.  Je  t'aime,  Louis.” 

He  was  biting  at  his  fingers  nails  as  he  looked  towards  the  window  watching  the  rain  fall  outside.  Maybe  it  was  the  gloom  that  the  dark  and  angry  clouds  had  brought  with  them  that  turned  his  thoughts  to  the  darker  places  in  his  mind.  He  was  happy  he  had  Louis  back  in  his  life.  That  was  enough  for  him  just  being  there  but  he  can't  help  but  to  wonder  what  they  are  to  each  other  now.

Was  he  being  too  much,  too  clingy?  It  was  not  like  it  was  a  new  thing.  The  clinginess.  The  neediness,  He'd  been  working  on  toning  it  down  so  as  to  not  overwhelm  his  companion  where  they  were  that  again?  There  were  too  many  questions  that  had  no  clear  answers.  He  could  just  hear  Louis’  gently  scolding  voice  now  telling  him  to  stop  overthinking.  That  all  this  was  him  letting  his  fear  get  to  him.  The  fear  in  which  Louis  will  leave  again.

But  then  he  recalls  a  Kahlil  Gibran  saying  'If  you  love  somebody,  let  them  go,  for  if  they  return,  they  were  always  yours.  If  they  don't,  they  never  were'  and  Louis  always  returned  to  him.  Louis  loved  him;  he  understood  that  now  as  nice  as  would  be  to  hear  the  words  from  the  vampire  himself  it  didn't  matter  if  he  never  did.  Louis'  action  always  spoke  louder  more  clearly.  That  was  enough,  Louis  was  always  enough  for  him.  Perfectly  imperfect.

And  apparently  a  lot  better  at  sneaking  up  on  him  he  doesn't  mean  to  jump  slightly  as  their  fingers  lace  together  he'd  just  been  that  lost  in  his  own  thoughts.  The  nails  he  had  been  biting  came  to  rest  on  his  lips  as  he  frowned  lightly,  seeing  a  look  of  concern  on  Louis'  beautiful  features.  Those  green  stain  glass  eyes  focused  on  his  own.  "Forgive  me  Mon  cœur."  He  whispered  as  he  moved  his  hand  away  from  his  lips.  "I  got  lost  with  the  rain."  He  brings  the  other  hand  up  to  his  lips  to  press  a  kiss  to  it  then  gives  the  other  a  soft  smile  as  he  squeezed  his  fingers.  "How  was  the  art  gallery?  Did  you  find  anything  that  might  look  good  for  the  space  in  the  guest  bedroom?  The  art  here  in  Montreal  is  good  non?”  Maybe  he  was  asking  too  many  questions  now  he  didn’t  care  he  was  just  happy  that  Louis  came  home. 

"Losing  your  head  has  that  effect,  no?"  He  asked  as  he  brought  his  hand  up  to  brush  over  his  companion  scar  that  was  still  healing.  There  a  light  frown  as  he  finger  tips  trace  the  bumpy  skin,  give  it  a  few  more  days  and  it  would  be  like  it  never  happened.  "My  Saint  Louis,  we  should  get  you  some  blood  always  so  grumpy  without."  He  gives  the  other  a  smirk  knowing  that  he  meant  nothing  but  a  joke  saying  he  looked  like  shit.

He  laces  their  fingers  and  pulls  the  other  toward  his  front  door.  "I  made  dinner  plans  for  us  at  your  restaurant.  We've  been  stuck  inside  too  long.  Soon  I  fear  I'll  start  scratching  at  the  walls."  He  stopped  so  he  could  get  Louis's   jacket  for  him,  holding  it  up  for  him.  “We  could  go  to  the RÉSO.  It’s  an  underground  city  which  I  think  you’ll  love.” 

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attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.