He doesn't know why he needs to know about those liminal spaces in his memory concerning that week. He should probably want to forget the awful details, at least, and leave himself armed with just the awareness. But he can't stop digging. Even when it turns into harm, he just can't fucking let things go.

Trying to, for the moment. This surprise attack on Louis' peace is enough, and Daniel feels like some strange pressure has been bled out of him for it. He's left feeling grateful, but definitely sheepish.

"A few weeks." Maybe more. Maybe less, if he gets a hysterical phone call, but that'll only happen if Lestat figures out who he's with. "What are you doing here, anyway? — Should have been what I led with, probably."