Deliberate silence in the recent past. Armand has not wanted to deal with Louis, hear his complaining, his anger, his woe. Nearly eighty years of coddling him as been enough.

And despite that—

Despite it, is there not a part of him that misses Louis? There exists a worn-in shape in his reality that Louis fits perfectly. A familiar companion, and perhaps Armand didn't love him the entire time, but Armand was devoted the entire time. When it was good, it was lovely and comforting, and when it was bad, it was still real. It was still what he had, it was still his life.

'Whole, after such noise?'

Against his better judgement, lingering interest wins out. Daniel had not provided data on whether Louis and Lestat were okay, in fact, had not even conveyed if he himself was properly alright, either, and in retrospect that absence presents itself as something to be picked at. Either he isn't, and did not want to say so, or he does not think Armand is entitled to the information.

But he wants to know.