Neal asks Reid if he can visit while the man is out, say hello to Lestat and apologize. He debated whether or not Reid should be present, for Lestat's sake more than anything, but decided one on one was probably better. And well overdue.
He knocks before entering, knowing that Lestat won't be on his feet yet. What does it look like when a vampire death tolls? He shakes the brief curiosity and calls out softly as he enters.
"Lestat? Reid said it was all right if I stopped by."
Neal's curiosity is answered soon enough, whether he wants it to be or not. Lestat's never looked dead by any means. Pale, yes, but if it weren't for the strangeness of his eyes he'd pass fine enough as alive. He's not looked in a mirror but he suspects that he does look dead now, for once, his complexion lacking any lustre. Even his bright eyes are duller. Maybe even passable as human for once. And given how Lestat feels very much like this is how it felt to die as a human and become a vampire, well, maybe it makes sense he'd look that way, too.
There's a bit of an annoyance at the intrusion. Lestat feels too tired, too achey, to bother with telling Neal to come back another time. It's not even about what happened that put Lestat in this state. He's just horribly vain.
"The sitting room," he announces, voice muffled by the closed lid of his coffin, followed by the sound of the inside of the lid unlatching to be lifted.
He gazes at Neal from his coffin, as if he can smell the anxiety. Maybe he can, he certainly won't tell Neal either way if that's the case or not. He can hear the unsteady heartbeat that tells him enough.
"I am going to assume that question is borne of politeness than curiosity."
He's certain Neal has a good idea of how he's feeling.
Guilt squeezes at him unpleasantly and he looks away for a moment. "More that I was wondering if you feel any better than right after you got brought back."
Good. Lestat relishes in Neal's discomfort, and that's less to do with the fact it's Neal and more that Lestat enjoys eliciting that sort of reaction in people.
"My body is learning once more what it means to be undead."
Neal finds a chair that's easy enough to move and put away, drawing it over beside the coffin and sitting down. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to do this to you, I didn't mean to, and I never would have if I remembered who we were."
"I hope not contempt." It's a weak joke. He fusses awkwardly for a moment, unsure what to do. Most of his normal instinctive gift-giving displays of concern and affection aren't options here.
He could paint something--that's a thought. "Do you have a favorite painter?"
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He knocks before entering, knowing that Lestat won't be on his feet yet. What does it look like when a vampire death tolls? He shakes the brief curiosity and calls out softly as he enters.
"Lestat? Reid said it was all right if I stopped by."
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There's a bit of an annoyance at the intrusion. Lestat feels too tired, too achey, to bother with telling Neal to come back another time. It's not even about what happened that put Lestat in this state. He's just horribly vain.
"The sitting room," he announces, voice muffled by the closed lid of his coffin, followed by the sound of the inside of the lid unlatching to be lifted.
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"I am going to assume that question is borne of politeness than curiosity."
He's certain Neal has a good idea of how he's feeling.
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"My body is learning once more what it means to be undead."
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He doesn't. He blames Neal, certainly, because regardless of who or what they were, it was Neal who killed him. But he isn't stewing in rage over it.
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He could paint something--that's a thought. "Do you have a favorite painter?"
Look it tracks in his brain okay.