Daniel goes where Louis leads him, barely aware of it. Everything is too fucking loud. Funny that it's this tripping him up so badly. Dying was a whatever, but then, Daniel had been making plans to die for months already. Psychologically braced. Thoughts roll around in him, and as Louis connects their minds to protect him, the other vampire might see Daniel thinking about his own relationship with death as he tries to sort it out— a wry memory, sitting in a restaurant in Dubai, relating his desire to get out of the city alive to a grey-haired man. Fucking moron. Daniel was already functionally dead, but saying so had gotten him more interesting information out of the agent.

Who cares about dying. Wasn't scared of Armand threatening him. What are you going to do, kill me, but that would have been easier than Armand's psychic tentacles in his head.

These thoughts bump into others, spinning around and outward, hearing, feeling, observing. It takes a second for him to find balance, using Louis as a fixed point, but he gets there.

Stay here, Louis says, and Daniel finally manages to get a decent grip on him.

'Think I'm gonna puke,' he warns Louis, though this is not the case. He might pass out, though.