"It's good to be here. With you. To see you here."

And not just in that apartment, in that room, in his dreams and invasive flashes now and again as he tries to go about his nightly life. Louis is real, he's alright, he's not a charred corpse, he's not back under Armand's thumb, he doesn't have to hear him scream and beg from the other side of a closed door.

Whatever happened, more or less or whatever they remember or don't, it's behind them, and they're here. Daniel squeezes his hand. His lifeline, since then.

"I promise I'll eventually get over needing to check in with you in person. No ETA on when, though."

Maybe it'll take a hundred years. Louis' stuck with him.