He thinks, well, he had offered a hug, meant obviously as comfort for the bad weather in Louis' head. Despite that, it does feel like mixed messages— cold dismissal in San Fransisco, a mocking offer in Dubai. But this doesn't have to be anything more than a hug, somewhere else. Even if it's strange. Daniel supposes there's going to be quite a lot of strange things between them, undefined as they are. Louis hasn't been human in a century, Louis has been living in a psychic dollhouse for nearly as long.

There aren't established boundaries for connections like this. No playbook. Maybe not even between vampires. How often does this happen?

"Yeah, it's alright."

Daniel silently vows to try not to embarrass himself. Confidence in avoiding it entirely is low, but might as well give it a shot.