Are they even? Parts of each other's lives, ruined? Armand's torture, his psychic surgery, Daniel's detonation of his enmeshed relationship? Daniel thinks he should be angry about other things, too, like the trial and those poor girls (Louis' daughters, two of them, that Louis fucked up), like how he treated Louis. And he is, sometimes. No matter Armand's probable dysthymia, Daniel imagines that he, too, is sometimes angry.

Where do they go from here.

Not back to nanny and addict, at least. Not that. Somewhere else.

He takes a breath—

"You know. Like this. Whatever you're comfortable with, whatever works for us. I know this is all fucked, but we can't actually get in trouble for culturally appropriating normalcy."