Can Daniel turn his investigator brain off for a minute, and let Louis have a brittle reaction in private? Yeah. Will he do it? ... No, but he'll pretend. Louis is quick to guilt, and maybe the reminder of whose blood has transformed Daniel is an unpleasant one. Maybe it feels all the more raw after sitting at home for half a night while they're out without him, doing things he doesn't let himself do anymore. He does not think 'I bet Louis feels weird because he just got done talking to Armand', because why the fuck would he think that, but, you know. Recent chats. He's mindful. These things circle the drain in his own head very often.

Lestat slings an arm around his shoulders, and Daniel reaches out to touch Louis' side, turning the three of them into one, funny circular creature for a moment until momentum shifts them out of it, like rising and falling over a swell in the ocean.

"The driver was cool." Cool cool, like Lestat is cool cool about drugs. It pains Daniel slightly to not make this joke aloud, but he's being a good wingman and not saying He had half a joint and a couple Adderall, either, so. "I think Blondie was going to show off and tune his guitar."

Or paw at Louis' crotch in front of God and everyone, Lestat, but Daniel survives.