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( Louis is outside when he answers, not far from their apartment; he's been pacing the sidewalks, waiting for Lestat to return, too restless and worried to simply sit at home and wait but too weak to risk going back into that place to search for him. He's so relieved to see Lestat that he feels almost faint with it, and he has to lean against a lamppost to steady himself. But his relief quickly turns to worry, and that worry widens and redoubles on itself until Lestat tells him he isn't coming home.

Lestat's voice is weighted with more meaning than Louis can possibly pick apart, and when Lestat gazes off to the side with such tender concern, he knows without a doubt what he must be looking at. Louis looks about as pleased with the news as Lestat probably anticipated he would, but he simply nods, once, his mouth a thin line. If Armand is injured that badly, badly enough that Lestat is afraid to leave his side, it must be quite serious. Louis hadn't ever really considered the thought of Armand getting hurt — it still sounds like something he hasn't heard right, information he can't quite integrate into his reality. His stomach churns for no less than three separate reasons. )

Is he all right? Are you? Do you need me to come? I think there's still time…