Daniel tries not to look at him like he's grown a second head. Is maybe medium successful.

A pause that goes on long enough to touch the edges of awkward, as he regards Louis, before he finally musters up:

"I wanted to deal with it and move on."

No, he does not think Louis would have come, while he was in the midst of a total nervous breakdown and fleeing back to Louisiana. He does not think Louis would have helped him, at least not right away, and certainly not in a style that Daniel could have tolerated at the time. Might still not be able to tolerate now. He understands that Louis's lack of attention is not because he doesn't care (probably), but that doesn't erase the fact that he simply wasn't there. That he let the door shut behind him and kept walking even as Armand drained all the blood out of Daniel's body.

He doesn't remember if he called out. But it doesn't matter. Louis either didn't hear, or wouldn't have anyway, no matter how close he was.

"You still haven't told me how you are. Though I should have pressed for an answer there before handing you another bomb, huh."