Briefly disorienting; Louis had never thought he'd be here again, and now he is, and for a moment they have slipped out of time and into the past.

And then Lestat speaks and Lestat arranges himself just so and Louis wants to press him, just a little. Nothing happened. Something happened. Long years alone, dwindling down into disrepair alone in a shack, that is something.

But Lestat looks so earnest. Louis sighs, soft.

"I wasn't okay for a long time."

He was alive, yes. But being eaten by his own grief. Living with the restless understanding that something was amiss, and not able to see it until Daniel lifted the blindfold from his eyes.

"But I'm okay now," Louis tells him. "I came because I'm going to be okay, and this helps."

Being home. Being with Lestat.