Was this a friendship? Was he even capable of such a thing?
Even as a man, Lestat's emotions had been in such turmoil, that he could hardly think in such terms. Friendship was small and inadequate. He'd had mortal enemies and great loves, and in between there was hardly more than ambivalence.
And this was hardly ambivalence.
Frozen in the circle of Eddie's arms, Lestat returned the embrace, not with reluctance but with wariness. Even fear, perhaps. He had cautioned Claudia against this very thing, and yet, he seemed powerless to stop it.
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Even as a man, Lestat's emotions had been in such turmoil, that he could hardly think in such terms. Friendship was small and inadequate. He'd had mortal enemies and great loves, and in between there was hardly more than ambivalence.
And this was hardly ambivalence.
Frozen in the circle of Eddie's arms, Lestat returned the embrace, not with reluctance but with wariness. Even fear, perhaps. He had cautioned Claudia against this very thing, and yet, he seemed powerless to stop it.