"You pushed her," bursts out of him. Retreading, falling back into the old argument. Lestat rises and Louis doesn't, held in place by some flinch of a thing in his body that hasn't quite fractured enough to forget—

There was a time when Louis met him where Lestat landed. Lestat pushed and Louis pushed back.

He'd stopped doing that, after the fall. Refrains from it now.

"You pushed me out too, when I wouldn't—I couldn't forget her."

Lestat, quick to suggest the dismantling of Claudia's room. Quicker to dismiss the possibility of her return. Stranded Louis alone with his grief.

Old hurts. Lestat's raised voice. Louis winding tenser, bracing unconsciously against it.