video.

[youresovein]

[ Behold: Lestat, sprawled on a velvet couch in a leather jacket, head leaned casually on the arm rest. Visible from this selfie angle, discarded on his coffee table, is a laptop open to a word processor. He's deep in thought tonight. ]

Have you ever fallen in love? Have you ever been punched very hard in the face, or perhaps attacked by a pack of starving wolves? For those of you who've done both, would you say the experiences were at all comparable?

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[youresovein]

Is there a word for a blend of condolences and congratulations?

[killtime]

Why use words when you can offer a strong drink?

[youresovein]

Do they make one strong enough for that?

[killtime]

Fair point.

Do I want to know why you're asking about love?

[youresovein]

It was the most socially acceptable form of public sulking I could think of on short notice.

[killtime]

Is this the kind of sulking that a little ass-patting will solve, or is it serious?

[ A beat. ]

Ah, fuck. Claudia's other dad?

[youresovein]

[ He tips his head just slightly, a subtle nod. ]

Last month. I've been furious about it.

[killtime]

I'm sorry, Lestat.

[ The words are, maybe, surprisingly sincere. ]

You and the kid holding up?

[youresovein]

If we weren't, far more of Heropa would be on fire.

[killtime]

Cities have burned for less.

Not that I'm encouraging any arson.

[youresovein]

Why, Andy, you are a romantic.

[killtime]

Deep, deep fucking down.

Just between us.

[youresovein]

I'll take it to my grave.

I SEE WHAT U DID THERE

[killtime]

Yeah, yeah.

It's a shame I never met the guy. Always was curious what kind of person could keep up with you.

winks in cursive

[youresovein]

I'd say he's been a grounding influence on me, but he's committed most of the arson.

[killtime]

Oh. Well now I understand the appeal.

[youresovein]

What I wouldn't give for one of his impassioned torch-wavings now.

[killtime]

Maybe you should burn something in his memory.

[youresovein]

A city block? A fleet?

[killtime]

You're ambitious in your mourning, Lestat.

[youresovein]

I'm ambitious in a great many things, Mademoiselle Andrew.

[ says the one lazing around like some moping lion. ]

What am I to do with such violent suggestions?

[killtime]

[ She seems rightly amused by that. ]

Guess that depends on whether you're the type for self-restraint.

[youresovein]

As infrequently as possible.

[killtime]

Not surprised. So. What burns?

[youresovein]

My heart, my hopes, my dreams— [ huff ] god, I wish it could be a city block, Andy.