"I bought one online ahead of time and had it delivered to my hotel," Daniel says, about coffins. He'd dragged one around a bit for the book tour until he realized he was being a fucking idiot. He's rich now, he can have five hundred coffins wherever he goes and he can have custom enclosures built at home. Working smarter.

Trying not to appear so cautious as to be offputting, Daniel is peeling off his jacket - suboptimal for whatever's going on here - when Louis questions him.

"More about my dreams of San Fransisco?"

He hasn't mentioned any others. A thread of nervousness. Has Louis been...

"I know you don't have a TV in here to throw a movie on, but that's kind of a bleak alternative."