Re: log: antique store: damian and louis
Damian looked more than presentable, which, truthfully, hadn't been a concern. Damian was more formal than most people his age by far - Louis presumed he would know what to wear to work, and he frankly wouldn't have turned him away no matter what he arrived in. He would be working to put together the reality of Damian's life for some time to come, comparing it against what he knew of him. When you had been kept asleep for so much of your life, who taught you how to dress in what situation, and how?
He blinked only Damian's beautiful, carefully perched accessory. He looked a bit like a waiter.
Louis had purposefully done no research into the technique of making Turkish coffee - it would surely be more interesting to be taught. "Upstairs," he said, with a warm smile. He was of course happy to see Damian looking clean and sober, if a little tired around the edges. He gestured to the stairwell. "I'll toast while you brew. No one will be in for another half hour or so, we've plenty of time."
The apartment at the top of the stairs was unchanged from the last time Damian had visited it, appropriately decked out with antiques and warm, mismatched furniture. He dropped a cinnamon bagel into the toaster, because bagels were always better hot, of course. "There is a pitcher of filtered water in the refrigerator. I think it will meet your specifications?" The kettle on the gas stove was a little battered, but good quality, with a copper bottom. "I hope you know how excited I am to try your coffee," he said. "I've been looking forward to it since I woke up this morning." He turned his back to the toaster, so he could watch. He hadn't been joking about wanting to learn.