Daniel keeps hold of his hand, and Louis tangles their fingers together securely. Maintaining contact, as long as feels comfortable. As long as what Louis feels coming off Daniel is content, rather than self-conscious.

The intention to walk is there in the casual tug towards the door, stymied as Daniel holds up the postcard.

And Louis smiles, even though behind the most immediate reaction is something more complicated.

"I bet they're giving you a run for your money," Louis says, reaching to take the card from Daniel's hand. Runs a thumb over the assortment of signatures on the opposite side, smile warming, shifting quieter in the wake of the initial grin.

"And I bet you got some stories. Maybe some you'll even tell me about."

Assuming the possibility of Daniel holding back. That some parts of him are private, and not meant for Louis, even if they involve Lestat.