Things Louis can understand in the abstract, but has no lived frame of reference for. A lifetime spent in a thirty-three year old body, eternity stretching out before him. Having gone from his mother's house to Lestat, to Armand.

Louis alone now for the first time in his life. Has been in contemplation of it, and even that is nothing like what Daniel is speaking of.

Will you talk to me about how you feel? prompts a small smile, aware of his failings. Aware that he is uniquely unequipped to vocalize the things he feels. They are bigger than he is. Bigger than his body, bigger than any of the words he could speak aloud to try and tell Daniel what he feels for him.

"You'll never lose me."

As a side-note. A certainty offered casually off the cuff. There is no world in which Louis would cut himself off from Daniel.

But he is keeping a hand to himself, does not reach back for Daniel's face even as his opposite hand lingers, possessive in spite of how lightly his fingers are set, over the ringed bite at Daniel's throat.

"You don't get it? Why I feel the way I do for you?"

Hedging, a little. Stepping around the enormity of the emotion, the instinctive flinch away from the vulnerability of it.

Daniel talks to Lestat. It can't be a surprise, that Louis falters here.