"I'm not complaining," Louis promises. "I like to see you."

Missed you, Daniel had said. Louis hadn't said it back. He should. Daniel is intuitive, but Louis has learned not to leave some sentiments to the intuition of others.

And now he has this memory, coming into clearer focus. Daniel, on the bed beside him. Agony and comfort mingling together at his closeness, the nearness of his body jostling Louis' charred limbs but too much of a comfort to forgo. Real. It's real. Louis knows it in his body, truth like it had been truth in Dubai when Daniel dragged the reality of that week out of the dark.

"How long can you stay before the tour beckons you back?" Louis asks. "Long enough to sort through a few more dreams with me?"