Sometimes, Daniel thinks about blowjobs when trucks like that pass. Because of hitchhiking.

Anyway. They're talking about something serious.

He absorbs this information with a kind of gravity; it settles in him, like lead. Lestat felt that he loved Magnus, even though Magnus had put him through unimaginable terror. A true abduction, and all the details Lestat has maybe never uttered aloud. Armand tortured Daniel, but Daniel got to forget for half a century. While their time in the Dubai penthouse could be considered, in a wry, comical way, torture, it was different.

Love is just a ghastly word, for how cutting it is. Daniel finds that it wields itself towards him like a knife.

Daniel looks at Lestat, and it's obvious that he doesn't know how to answer that question.

"I'm still working on that." A pause, and he shrugs, looks to one side. A self-aware cop-out, and yet, the truth. "What's real, what's the bond? Is there a difference? That's not— fucking rhetorical, by the way, if you happen to actually have an answer."

Lestat had a maker. Lestat has fledglings. Or had. One, at least, is still here. (Shows what Daniel knows.)