Things got heated with a boy, it's morning, the tapes, wake the boy and you go, then becoming a talisman meant to preserve a companionship. Maitre, a horrible, fragile voice that made Daniel wake up from the hypnosis Armand had finally managed to lure him down into (he was so fucking tired, he didn't want to agree, but it had been days by then, he was so tired). Louis, sitting there instead, and he was burned and he was the one who'd ripped his throat out but Daniel was so, so relieved to see him.

"I don't remember what you told me."

Not an admission he's happy to make, but—

"It was later. I remember.. pieces of us walking. I don't remember what I was thinking. Probably nothing. You were on one side of me, and I felt like shit, and I knew you felt like shit."

Armand was carrying most of their combined weight, no matter that Louis was on Daniel's other side. They were both shattered, still, and the sense-memory of it is that they were clinging to each other to a degree that was mismatched for the situation. Daniel was out of his mind, but he still... He thinks he still tipped his head down against Louis', whispered, Hey, I'm sorry.

And Louis...?

He doesn't know. He was so far under, then, about to be deposited in the crack house, with the rest of the trash.