Those kisses are sweet in a way he wasn't sure Armand was capable of. At least not aimed at him— but no, he knew that, he thinks. They've held each other before, and Armand has stroked his hair before and coaxed him into the dark. Daniel pets over his hair and looks at him, fuzzy up close, but well enough to see the colored rings of his eyes.

Like sunset in fall. The only sun he gets.

"That was really good," is what he says. He slips Armand's hair back and trails his touch down his neck, his shoulder, then back up again. "A pretty big change, for us."

One that feels easy, despite the danger.