It's all terrific.
So, last night I went to see Nicki in his small Parisian apartment. Louis was also there, sulking in Nicki's bedroom.
He was sleeping when I entered the room. I moved towards the bed and touched his face. His cheeks were sunken. I could see the bones in his hands. I've never seen him so thin. Louis has starved himself before but this time Nicki has been drinking from him nightly. His flesh was matted with raw, unhealed bruises. A cut on his neck did not look new. He wouldn't look at me. He remained silent except to refuse, disagree with or refute anything I said to him. He would not take my blood, not a drop! Short of prising open his jaws and forcing him, I'm out of options and he knows it. The very mention of Marius' name sent him into a paroxysm of rage.
He was sleeping when I entered the room. I moved towards the bed and touched his face. His cheeks were sunken. I could see the bones in his hands. I've never seen him so thin. Louis has starved himself before but this time Nicki has been drinking from him nightly. His flesh was matted with raw, unhealed bruises. A cut on his neck did not look new. He wouldn't look at me. He remained silent except to refuse, disagree with or refute anything I said to him. He would not take my blood, not a drop! Short of prising open his jaws and forcing him, I'm out of options and he knows it. The very mention of Marius' name sent him into a paroxysm of rage.