Daniel had expressed, at least twice, that he's glad they're talking. Odd, how heartening that little sentiment had been. Odd, now, as Lestat considers what to do with it, with all of his new understanding. That he should in someway be good for Louis. Helpful.

Something he considers as Louis loosens them from the embrace, and he feels the brush of Daniel's hand through metal-studded leather, and they are left alone. And it seems to happen so suddenly.

His grip has loosened too, but he still has an arm around the back of the couch and Louis' shoulders, the other hand resting on his arm, and he feels reluctance to give up the territory now that it's won. He is, perhaps, not as handsome as he would be had he not been crying just a little bit ago, and a slight shake of his head communicates an attempt to reset the way his hair falls, at least.

"How is your heart?" he asks.