A half-settled thought coming together in Louis' mind: not asleep, he had never been able to sleep in that bed, but drowsing; there was just the barest relief in Daniel's body blocking even a fraction of the light coming in and the way he was touching Louis, the sound of his voice and his heartbeat, how near he was, unmistakably alive.
Then Daniel says this thing, and it takes Louis by surprise.
What a complicated sentiment. Complicated for its in-betweenness. Had Daniel been glad then that the monster that had dragged him into danger was still alive then? Maybe. Maybe because Louis had been able to save him, in the end. Maybe because they are something to each other now, because it is clearer that those days in that apartment linked them in ways more intrinsic than they could have known when Louis invited Daniel to leave the bar together.
Had Louis known Daniel felt this? Maybe. But it is different, hearing it said aloud.
Louis watches him silently, taking in the familiarity of his face, the newness of his eyes. Reaches up to cover Daniel's hand with his own, turn his head to kiss the center of his palm.
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Then Daniel says this thing, and it takes Louis by surprise.
What a complicated sentiment. Complicated for its in-betweenness. Had Daniel been glad then that the monster that had dragged him into danger was still alive then? Maybe. Maybe because Louis had been able to save him, in the end. Maybe because they are something to each other now, because it is clearer that those days in that apartment linked them in ways more intrinsic than they could have known when Louis invited Daniel to leave the bar together.
Had Louis known Daniel felt this? Maybe. But it is different, hearing it said aloud.
Louis watches him silently, taking in the familiarity of his face, the newness of his eyes. Reaches up to cover Daniel's hand with his own, turn his head to kiss the center of his palm.