Such fond exasperation in Louis' face, watching Daniel's eyebrows go up. A passing urge to put his palm over Daniel's entire face, block him out.

But the urge passes. So does some of the levity, playfulness ebbing into tenderness. Daniel, wishing good things for Louis even after all that's happened. Daniel, who says these things to Louis as if they are set in stone.

Laces his fingers through Daniels, eyes moving over Daniel's face. Expression turning thoughtful, as he casts around for an answer.

"I am having a good time," Louis tells him. "I'm having a real good time traveling with you two."

Speaking of third wheels, what is Louis? Tagging along when maybe he shouldn't be.

"This is a good thing. Being with you, being with him. But I can't be..."

A pause. Thumbing over Daniel's knuckles.

"It's like I don't know myself now. Got all these pieces that I don't recognize, got pieces missing, I think. And if I go back to him, I'll never fix it. I'll fit it all into him instead."

And Daniel has to understand it. He's heard all that Louis has to say about Lestat. The way gravity shifts between them, how easy it has always been for Louis to be drawn into him. Even when Lestat was a dream, a memory, a fragment.