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"You're a part of this era," Louis says.
Armand hums a questioning sound but doesn't look up. He looks so comfortable, sunk back in the deep sofa, laptop propped against his bent knees. Louis can't resist leaning over and poking one of his socked feet, and watches the corner of Armand's lips quirk up in a little smile.
"When we first met, I knew you were a being of indescribable power, but it felt like I was part of the world in a way that you weren't. Now it feels like you're so far ahead of me."
"Is this about your email, love? You know I would be happy to organize it for you." Armand looks up finally. Their eyes catch, and Armand's smile softens. "Whatever you need."