Daniel could not make a marriage work, or second another marriage; he could not make a paternal relationship work. Time will still have to tell if this is working, but he suspects it's going to work far better than his mortal connections. Like the trick of it is to be a fucking disaster— get all the worst out ahead of everything else.

He doesn't know if he'd want to commit to that with anyone. Armand didn't give him a choice, and as fucked as that was, he thinks he prefers it. Which does not bode well for his prospects on making one.

No. Content with just them. He likes being Armand's only tether (ignoring the lurking maybe-maker back down the line behind Amadeo). He likes not having any flowing out of him. He hadn't really wanted to be a parent, he hadn't really wanted to be a husband. This is better.

"Do you think about it?" he asks. "Turning me?"

His memories of it have become clearer, over time, but it's still a bloody, disorienting mess.

"I do. For a second, I think I heard you in my head. Did I?"