They're years late to this argument. Years too late for Louis to express what Lestat surely knows: that Louis couldn't be happy, couldn't stand the thought of either of them being happy with Claudia gone.

And he does struggle, in this moment. Struggles with anger, with resentment. Emotion breaking through thick layers of ice.

"I couldn't be happy. Couldn't, without her."

Unclear if he can be find his happiness now, if doing this will change anything. How long until his melancholy becomes intolerable? Until Lestat finds another?

A minor shift, side-stepping away. Antoinette's body still on the floor. Louis creating space between them.

'And you were sick of me. You still are," leads inevitably to: "I heard you. It weren't just then."