After a minute of watching Louis' drawn face, and suddenly feeling quite bad for barging in here and dumping this on him (Daniel has been more wound up about it than he realizes, unable to slow his roll with verbal puke about it), he reaches out. A warning touch first, a brush of fingers against Louis', before he squeezes his hand.

Comfort, apology.

"So have I just implanted a false memory in you?"

The trouble with this kind of shit, is that there is so much trouble with this kind of shit.

"I don't know if I'd have known to do that. I'd like to think so, though. I'd do it now."