Beautiful. He doesn't say so often, too aware of the fact that Armand was valued for his beauty in a nightmarish way— he might try to explain, that his otherworldly, monstrous qualities strike him as the most beautiful, that all kinds of people are physically beautiful and Daniel doesn't sit around getting distracted by them. But it would be corny.

He cradles Armand's face, thumb sweeping low near his mouth; he wants to push inside and touch the sharp curve of a fang, feel the remnants of blood, maybe lean forward and kiss him. Instead, he behaves. Starting off as a trip-sitter. No funny business until he's sure Armand is alright.

"Here you are," he murmurs. "Just like you're sitting with your feet in a stream. Watch it go by."

Sometimes it's just charming hallucinations. Psychedelic inspiration, and he thinks Armand will like that on principle, even if the euphoria and mind expansion never kick in. But if they do, Daniel will be mindful to only ask positive questions, and try to keep his attention relatively present. The ecstasy should help with that, and make it extremely difficult for him to end up going down any dark self-examination paths.

"Feeling good?"