He lets out a breath. A relief to have someone who understands, and further that Louis doesn't clam up. He'd be well within his rights to say he doesn't want to talk about any of it, that he wants to just move on. Daniel has felt that way sometimes, and wrestled with it. But here he is, having come to the conclusion that he just hasn't unpacked it enough, and he'll probably have to. With or without Louis.

Though with would be nice.

"You know, in some vampire fiction, vampire blood makes them physically younger. Speaking of my body repairing itself."

Raw deal!! He still looks old!! No fair at all. But he offers this with dry humor, not about to actively complain about anything to Louis. Heaven fucking forbid he get caught in the riptide of guilt.

"But I don't know. Am I seeing newly recovered snippets, a picture starting to fill itself in, or am I making shit up in my sleep because I spend so much time while I'm awake ... worrying about you, worrying about Armand, even. Differently, of course. But still."