[ Lestat opens his other arm to guide Louis; Armand's bed is big enough to fit all of them comfortably, except Armand has chosen to lie almost in the middle, with Lestat on one side, meaning there is only enough room for Louis if he were to press up against Lestat much like he does in their own sleep space. Lestat puts an arm around his shoulders, tucking Louis' head against his chest while his other hand slides soothingly up Louis' arm, enjoying the feeling of his woollen sweater and his body beneath it.

Once settled, he tangles his ankle between Louis' legs, and presses a little kiss to the top of his head. ]

I can hear you frowning you're doing it so loudly.

[ A very small smile. ]

I know this isn't the most ideal sleeping situation, but the shutters and blinds are thick enough that I doubt it will let any light in. You don't have to leave.