It's not that he doesn't feel his insides going cold, still. And it's not that he doesn't want to go find Armand, both to assure himself that his maker is alive and to ask him what the fuck is your problem. But Louis is more important, and leaving will hurt Louis as sure as telling him the details of his meetings with Armand.

And Lestat too, he guesses.

"Alright." Something to do is better than trying to figure all that out. In a little bit, maybe he'll muster the courage to ask if Lestat thinks Armand will kill him, if he goes to find him. Internal sigh. "Make yourself comfortable, since I dunno what the fuck I'm doing."

On the sofa again, or does he just want to splay out right here with his head in Daniel's lap like a weird animal?