Daniel is fine. Totally fine. It's fine. He's frustrated, he's worried about Lestat, but he's fine, and after the initial what the fuck, he settles. Something to be asked about later. He's not going to peel off now in the middle of this and text Armand, who is surely still awake, who doesn't seem to sleep much at all, and shove it in Louis' face that he's able to. Unhelpful.

(Unhelpful, but he still turns their connection over in his head. Half-expects a text to come his way for it. Worrying it like an itch.)

"It's not altruism," he agrees, calm in contrast to that sharpness. "But altruism wouldn't have been productive. And wouldn't be now."

Altruists never have any worthwhile information.

"You know we're past that. We have to focus on Lestat, today. Let's figure out who we're going to ask to go out, and fix them up with a phone they can have on a Zoom call with us."