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You are my life, Louis. I could no sooner leave you now than I could survive with my heart ripped from my chest.

I'm sorry it wasn't always a good one.

[ their shared life in the early days of his making. but he feels different now - settled in a way that he hadn't felt before. ]

I'm not going anywhere. Not again. Not anymore. Hope that's alright.

I'm the one who owes you the apology. But I suppose we'd let ourselves become trapped in an endless cycle of recompense if it were up to both of us.

More than. I could think of nothing better.

Glad we're agreed. You just signed the papers for me to steal your covers at night.

[ it's easier to joke about these things - easier to make light of them and deflect a little that he's pleased with it. that part of him has enjoyed waking up to a familiar pair of arms around him. ]

And when was my signature procured, precisely?

[ never mind the fact that lestat has been happier waking up these last several mornings than any other time in recent memory — or that louis could have permanent residence in his bed, if he wanted it. it feels good, to fall back into their old modus operandi of teasing one another. ]

Think it might have been somewhere in those kisses that first morning, or your hands down my back. Pretty sure I felt you sign it into my skin. That count?

[ a roundabout way of saying he intends to remain in lestat's bed, waking up to him. because despite everything, louis has felt more settled and at ease with him than he has in a long time. ]