There, a breath of a rare laugh that shows his teeth when he's called the prettiest plant. Because Daniel is funny and very high and fumbly when he is being sweet, and they can almost pretend there is anything like youth between them in these little moments.

Or maybe there is. This thing they share now is young. Daniel is still getting his bearings, learning. Armand, too, a new maker. Maybe that's all what it is.

"I'm cool," Armand echoes, as if pondering this assignment. Teasing. Even more unlikely than being a pretty plant. Even more likely than being called a seed with all of its potential. Endearing for it. Daniel's eyes are closed, so Armand uses his hands to touch at his face, guide him into a kiss.

A proper one. He isn't sure what sex will be like on the drugs they are on, how quick they are to fade, but he is in the mood to pursue the things he wants.