Daniel understands the agony of wasted time. A year ago he was making plans to be cremated. Books he was never going to finish, relationships he'd never repaired, opportunities passed on, chances never taken. He looked back on his life and all of it, every moment, felt pointless and shallow and unfinished. It's all still pointless and shallow, but maybe he can finish a little. And maybe he can have fun being just as pointless and shallow for another few lifetimes. Fun, spite, hedonism, defiance. Whatever.

Different for Louis. But in the same pool. Daniel doesn't want pull another Cheer up buddy, but he does want him to stay buoyant. The only thing with a set time is the past, he doesn't have to go into the sun or... fucking bury himself, or whatever.

"I like now. I like you, here."

Teetering on profoundly sappy, the both of them.

"And I like that my cosmic timing involves showing up when you could use an investigator."