"I'd let you get as close as you want."

A confession-that's-not, because Louis is already here, close. Daniel's smile is sheepish and self-deprecating, sitting practically tangled up with him. He could lean forward, press a kiss to his forehead. But why would he do that? They're not...

They're just not. Armand wasn't ever going to look at boats.

"But I'd never do the rest of that."