( Louis looks at Lestat for what feels like a long time, though in truth it's a span of only seconds. He feels a little calmer than he did when he arrived, though whether that has more to do with Lestat's reassurance or the coming of the sun is difficult to say. But his thoughts are more orderly now that Lestat has said his piece, which is an outcome he hadn't expected; the weight of their collective past doesn't seem quite so inescapable. Perhaps he will feel differently tomorrow evening, but for now...

He sighs, and some of the tension unspools from his long limbs as he settles himself more comfortably against Lestat. His hand comes to settle on Lestat's chest, and he turns to tuck himself as close as he can for the day. )

All right. I'll stay.

( His expression flickers, softens, and very briefly something like a tired smile comes over him. )

I think I would rather sleep beside you than without you under almost any circumstance. Will you thank Armand for me, when the two of you wake? ( A pause. ) Presuming you both wake before I do.