no wonder lestat couldn't stop thinking about their hands touching on the verge of death, imagine you offering companionship to the man you love and then, a century later, he offers it to you in return and also remembers that special moment you shared at the opera 100+ years ago
i still feel sick about the line "no one has painted me in over 400 years line" because of how armand was just talking about a whitewashed version of himself on a painting and how he was exploited through and for art