Something occurs to him. He's glad he came out here, and now. Louis' readiness for his privacy to be invaded suggests he could really use the company, and it calms something in Daniel. Washing away some of the insecurity. He's still uncertain about what's going on, here, but willing to forge ahead.

He wants—

Is he allowed? Is it a good idea?

Daniel sits on the edge of the bed. Louis watches him, and Daniel watches him back.

"Some of it... you wouldn't have seen. Maybe heard a little."

This will be a pattern: Armand, that person-shaped wound they share, which is far worse for Louis when it's agitated. He listened to the tapes again and again. He eventually remembered Daniel would need food and water. He waited until his body had made enough new blood cells before he attempted to drain him.