Sticky note slipped into a pocket as he turns, takes in Lestat in all his splendor. Maybe smiles a little over the choice in glasses. Curbs the impulse to reach for him, mindful that he woke alone. That Lestat is entitled to space, that Louis had requested separation in the distance. They've been skirting the edges of what had been agreed upon, but that's no reason to push further.

"I've a few last threads to tie off before we go," Louis confirms. "Thought I'd handle it this evening."

Innocuous allowed to pass without commentary, taking it on its face.

"You look nice."