They have things to do, they can't spend all day making out in shitty corner stores. This is what he tells himself when he catches that mean-tinged flicker of disappointment. Daniel has always wanted, never really been wanted in return, and it's still strange, disorienting, still not that believable when he catches moments of it.

Armand's wanting is so twisted as to feel true sometimes, though.

"It's fish," he informs him, about which Klee painting has been immortalized in puzzle form. Daniel has no clue if it's from whatever 'his period in Tunis' means; his art knowledge is more than a layman's, but miles behind the likes of Armand and Louis. "I know, I know. It was my idea, I'm still on board. Do you want the shades?"