Resident weird animal Lestat settles as encouraged, electing to stay here on the floor, electing to settle his head down against Daniel's thigh with perfect confidence he will not be shooed away for it. Drawing his limbs in, a protective curling position even as his mind is laid bare. It should feel stranger to hold his own defenses open this way, and maybe with another day of healing, it will.

But he would prefer not to be alone in his head, and there is something soothing and tactile about the quiet ordering of chaos. Tries not to think of anything too complex, tries not to follow potential rabbit holes. He thinks of a parlour, lit in gold, a cosy presence of someone he loves settled in an armchair, and he has taken up position at a piano, and Bach fills the air. In the curl of his arm, his fingers twitch in subtle mimicry of the motions.

Not immune to bad memories, this place, but still, something of an island in all the present wreckage.