This structure is smaller than the Dubai penthouse. Quieter, lacking the mournful groan that had become so much a part of Louis' nights that he'd ceased to notice it.

Of course, until Daniel had arrived. And then he had noticed Daniel's noticing, and the sound had been made new to him again.

Here, Louis leads Daniel by the link of their fingers from the main room with its lovely windows and tastefully worn furniture. More color in this place than Dubai as well, though the beginnings of its absence can be seen. Walls washed clean, stripped of natural woods, a blank canvas upon which paintings must once have been displayed.

They leave Louis' paperwork, financial touchstones from decades ago, in Daniel's assortment on the table. Louis pushes open the door to the guest bedroom. Brings Daniel along with him to the sprawl of bed.

"I can have a coffin brought for you, while you stay, if you didn't bring your own." Louis murmurs, loosening his grasp only so he might recline, settle himself onto pillows against the headboard. This too, not so far removed from the understated luxury of Dubai. The markings of a shift in shared design sensibilities. He reaches a hand back out to Daniel, inviting.

Asks, "Will you tell me about your dream?"

A little like asking to see a puzzle piece. A little like asking for permission to test its fit.