“I know how enticing it is, to believe in that love. But it’s not love,” Malcolm says quietly. “So when you go talk to him, keep that in mind. He doesn’t have to be lying for that to be a fact. People like that don’t know what love is.”
"I know he doesn't love me," Neal says softly. "We barely know each other, mind reading or no mind reading. But liking me might have been an option."
He shakes his head, preempting Malcolm's arguments about it. "But I don't think he knows how to do that without trying to own someone."
A pause, then, "Will you come with me when I talk to him? It's not that I don't trust myself--" A pause, because he doesn't. "--it's that I want your opinion. And I want you to get to talk to him too."
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"Oh."
Yeah that's what he's got, give him a moment to mentally catch up with the idea that Malcolm's concerns haven't been centered on Lestat at all.
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He shakes his head, preempting Malcolm's arguments about it. "But I don't think he knows how to do that without trying to own someone."
A pause, then, "Will you come with me when I talk to him? It's not that I don't trust myself--" A pause, because he doesn't. "--it's that I want your opinion. And I want you to get to talk to him too."
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"Of course. You feel he has a side to this story. I'd like to hear it. From him."