What are they, to each other? Difficult to conceptualize friends, after living so long without any. Daniel can't even blame bitterness with old age, or illness— he's never been any good at maintaining friendships. He treats people like puzzles, he forgets to be emotionally present, he can't prioritize anyone over work. And now, no longer human, it's even stranger.

Not companions, not coven, not family, not tied by the bonds of shared blood. Maybe friend is a good fit. The only real one Daniel's ever had. Louis is singular enough in the world already without that dubious honor, but all the same.

"To everyone's great horror, the tour is being filmed."

Daniel sounds almost fond, despite himself. Lestat does not qualify as a friend, but he's fucking something. Every once in a while they even get along.

"It'll be a great documentary and you'll be off the hook about a sequel, if any of us live. But if you want early spoilers..."

In short: Louis gets to pick, tour or dreams. Whatever he's most comfortable hearing about.