Daniel is a better journalist than he is a father. Here, his fascination with the world and people plays out as he lets Lestat talk about every detail, asks small questions to prompt more if he feels like talking. Here is the journalist, paying very close attention in a genuine way to the feedback of a man who was alive when these were taken, who is a part of the hidden-away subculture of vampires, who knows the artist personally.

Daniel is also a better journalist than he is a friend, but he'd like to think he's getting better.

(Helps that he actually has a fucking friend, now.)

"That must be a universal trait of artists," he reflects, thinking about Louis and his graciousness in between all the times when they made each other pointedly uncomfortable. "They think everything's beautiful. Which has to be incredible. The whole world exists for artists to interpret, and comment, and capture."

Oops, virus scan notif. No threats found. Daniel pokes it away via touchpad.