"I mean, you were practically begging Louis to turn you back in San Francisco, were you not?" Armand points out -- some hint of jealousy there, still. Whether it was towards Daniel or Louis, he did not know. And yes, the boy was right. Leaving him afterwards was kind of a dick move. Armand crosses his arms over his chest, then shrugs again. Looking away for a moment. He feared he might not have a real explanation for Daniel, not one that wouldn't require bringing certain emotions to the surface. "I knew that you had Louis, that he could help you." Armand replies, softly. He pauses. He does not wish to say it, but he knew the boy would be persistent, if anything. "I did it to save you."
He scoffs, picking up on the bitterness. Maybe it's jealousy. He doesn't know for sure. "Oh, don't get all high and mighty now. I was also forty years younger back in San Fran." He says, shaking his head. "And Louis was not happy to see me all vamped up. He was pissed. At you. And at me." He stares at Armand for a moment, trying to gauge the sincerity of his claim. "Save me? I ruined your life. That weird little marriage. Your whole play." He points out. "I know you have some strange obsession with me, but I don't get why."
