( The call ends, and Louis sits stock-still, his heartbeat pounding in his ears so loudly that he couldn't hear Lestat if he called out to him from a foot away. He'd really just agreed to that, hadn't he, or at least he hadn't denied the idea outright — that was all him and he has no one else to blame, even if he wasn't the one who started it. Has he always had this desire lurking inside of him? Who is he?
He swallows, and it sounds unbearably loud in the suddenly silent living room. )
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He swallows, and it sounds unbearably loud in the suddenly silent living room. )
... Did that actually happen, Lestat?