A little miserable flex of a smile, acknowledging the inherent complexity of the question. In this moment? Louis is being eaten alive by his regrets and misery. But Daniel is asking about more than the immediate moment.

His fingers scrape lightly at the nape of Daniel's neck. Palm sweeps back down his back once more. Back up again. Steady, continuous contact.

"We forgave each other," Louis says slowly, feeling his way through the answer. "I'm glad for it."

Fumbling towards an answer to the actual question.

"I feel lighter," makes him feel guilty too. "It was good to see him."

After so many years. After so much misunderstanding, so many lies.