How charming, that Daniel fumbles in the wake of these words. How pleased with himself Armand will permit himself to feel, and also show that he feels so. Any sharpness to it, the way some of their banter can have a little edge, softens at the second part.

"We've run quite the gamut," he says. "Of feelings."

He shifts. Folds an arm on Daniel's chest, rests his head there. A habit for liking being on top, in the most basic sense of the premise. "There's a school of thought about mood. And beauty. Where it is located, the relationship between the feelings of a person, the thing they have a feeling towards. The existentialist says that these moods are the subjective lens through which we view the world, rendering it real that way.

"I find it compelling." The patch of carpet he is watching is rippling, warping. Swimming creatures beneath. He extends a hand, touches the pile. His senses contradict the vision. It's pleasing. "A world that is empty of mood and beauty and love until someone deigns to perceive it that way. Objects, people, places. Compelling but not convincing. I think beauty has locations. Manifestations. I think feelings can be transmitted."

Stops short of reflecting on God, His part in it all. Easy to do. All of it buried.