"Hey," soft, using a hand to reel Daniel in closer. Physical boundaries mutable in this moment, ever-evolving as they weather the toll this change is taking on Daniel. "We can stay."

Louis' hand finding the center of Daniel's back, smoothing slow circles there.

"I got a place," implies more comfort, more privacy, maybe better equipped for care and feeding of vampires than a lavish hotel. "Could post up there, send someone on ahead."

Though Louis isn't entirely sure it's the not knowing. But offers this, sweeping contact across Daniel's back, a murmur in his mind: Breathe. I got you.