Be all the beautiful things you are

And Lestat... his life with Louis flashing before his eyes at the long table, recounting his failures, shots of their kisses in reverse because he could feel himself slipping away from his beloved, never to feel the knock of his heart again. The final memory a flash of himself knocking on Louis' coffin, trying to wake him, longing for his touch...

"Could be. Hands touch." That moment on the bench anchoring him to reality. Louis as his tether just as he is for Louis. His Louis, Louis, Louis the most precious gift he has on this earth...

And then Paul shows up. I'm not sure if we were meant to see him as a ghost or merely an imagining saying what Lestat wanted to hear (I'm assuming the latter) but either way... Lestat was only thinking of Louis. Their love. The way Louis never said it in words but how, after their reunion, the moment on the bench, he felt that love all the same. "He has a hard time saying it. Doesn't mean he doesn't."

For both of them, their love is the beginning and the end of all things. The last thing they think of, the last thing they ache for...