No lenses. Daniel likes it. Armand is beautiful, yes, but there's always something unsettling about him; better this way, when it's obvious. He rubs affectionate circles into his shoulder where his hand still rests, finding himself drawn to contact, pulled by that undercurrent of hungry attachment he can feel from the elder vampire.

Yes. Good. An animal part of himself curls around that feeling, the thread that connects them. The only unbreakable thing he's ever had in his life.

(Maybe they can do that later. The blood thing.)

"Yeah, my Uber got stuck behind a Tesla that gave up because it couldn't tell that an empty coffee cup wasn't a traffic light."

What a fascinating modern world they live in, huh? Daniel ends up sitting down next to Armand, and he can't help the contented feeling he radiates. It's nice to see you again. It was. It is. Daniel wants to hang out with him, annoy the shit out of him, dissect his freak brain, get smothered by boa constrictor cuddling in the afternoons.

"Feel like supervising?"