The invisible and completely unbreakable string that connects them as beings. Armand's hand has settled on Daniel's arm, fingers hidden in his sleeve. Some urge in him that wants that closeness, to be inside of him, which could be sex but isn't right now, more like a desire to occupy the exact same space in the world, behind his ribcage, beneath his skin.

That would be like drowning. Armand is conscious of his breath from the way Daniel's hands are on him, and does so slowly, with consideration.

"That would be nice," he confesses. The constant tightrope walk between survival at all costs and an annihilation, a floor that gets lower and lower, vanishing away from him, with every passing second. He could just be a plant for a while. Grounded.

He pushes Daniel. Gently, ish. The aim is to lay against him amongst the grasses and flowers.