Daniel kisses him firmly. Armand wants him. Fucking crazy.

"I want that, too."

He's nervous about it, but it's not a bad kind of nervous. Settling into his skin all over again, peeling away things he thought he'd put to rest, and all of it quicker than he might have imagined— though of course he didn't, not in earnest.

"I have to grab something, though, unless you have some trick I didn't manage to interview out of anyone—"

Comedy fumbling to grab lube?