@narrativecontinuation said: [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 + reverse ] :[LOUIS] drapes a coat / cape / etc. around [ELIAS'S] shoulders.
Louis doesn't know what he's doing, nor why he feels so compelled to stick around Elias. He has resigned himself to loneliness for so long that even a small amount of company feels akin to being punched in the gut. They have spoken very little, but it seems as if their stories are somewhat similar. Louis understands it, understands how hard it is to feed from those who are so unwilling.
"You know...there are better ways to feed," he says slowly as he drapes his coat over his shoulders, fending off the chill of the night (not that it matters, not really). Over the years, he has cultivated with people who work in blood banks, getting what he needs in exchange for money or favors. He gently squeezes Elias' shoulder before lighting a cigarette, holding one out to take, if he wants it. "I know people who work at the blood banks. I also have some stashed at home. It's not as good as from the source, but it's better than nothing."
