Goodbye, to Mark and Jeannie, though they will from now on be taking the same route, so they may well be pacing each other until Burlington. To the car, and Lestat's possession of it. Daniel contemplates the weather as he moves the keyboard to the back compartment of the small SUV, and whether or not Lestat might need tire chains like a sixteen year old first learning how to deal with power steering vs slick roads.

Nah it'll be fine.

Anyway. Shuffling done, he goes around and—

Pauses again, but only briefly. Losing his nerve to do something mushier in Louis' general direction, though maybe it's there on his face for a second. He does love him. (Not like Lestat and Louis, like he'd said, all the way back in the fucking mall, which already feels like a lifetime ago, and he is holding to that, because the alternatives are pathetic.) Embarrassing to experience feelings, did you know that.

Another shoulder touch, instead, before he nudges Louis to take the front passenger seat again.

Off they go.