A rare Louis hug. They've always been professional with each other

(right?)

and Daniel's never been touchy anyway, but Louis is ... Louis, and Daniel thinks he cares about him more than he's cared about anyone, outside of his girls and maybe the dog he had when he was a kid. He gives him a bracing squeeze, thinks again that it's such a fucking relief to see him out in the world and himself. A pat to his shoulder when they part, and he makes sure his touch doesn't linger like some creep. Too much partying lately. Get it together.

"It's exactly as insane as you're imagining," he confirms, tone wry. Busy, indeed. "Even as I was getting my shit to get out for a while, I still hadn't completely assured myself I wasn't a hostage. Though, you know. At certain points. Which one of us is holding the jail keys, who knows."

Lestat is powerful and frightening. Lestat also cries a lot. I'm not trapped in here with you, etc.

"You gave better interview. For my tastes, anyway."