Galling, to have the scorch of anger broken through the lingering numbness Louis had carried into the room, and then near instantly be deprived of the argument.

"Lestat," is not quite a yell, but pitched loud enough to carry after him. "Lestat," again, uselessly bouncing off the slammed door. The velocity of Lestat's retreat carried Louis forward in much the same way as his yelling had driven Louis backward, and the slam of the door breaks their shared orbit.

Louis is breathing so hard his chest hurts. Looks to Daniel, shivery with the effort of wrestling back his own feeling into a body flayed raw only hours ago by Armand.

Finds the only words he has off hand to be I'm sorry and so opts not to say anything at all instead.