Fuck the phone; Lestat considers throwing himself into the river instead.

Not that dramatically. Not to die like a mortal would be aiming for, there. It's a thought like collapsing onto a fainting couch or throwing a valuable into a wall, where the sudden record scratch from bliss and fondness to whatever it is he is now currently experiencing demands an instant reaction.

He doesn't do that. Sits there. Louis was going to offer Daniel the Gift. Armand did it instead. Punishment.

"Oh," he says. Plucks some words out of the scramble of white noise occurring between his ears. "You have known him for some time?"

The thread he plucked at in Daniel's mind, leading back decades. It did not feel like fifty years of companionship, but profound all the same.