An apologetic shake of the head, at the abruptness of the backtracking.

"You said I should know what you thought of me. About my performances, when you first arrived."

Something left untouched at the moment, something Louis comes back for now.

"We can leave it," he offers, hand fanning across the bite mark on Daniel's neck. "I only wondered."

Not a complete thought. Louis comes to a stop, watching his face. Trying to get a grasp around an absence in his mind. A fragment, an outline where maybe Louis was touching him and maybe Daniel wasn't pulling away. Maybe a dream, nothing else, and he's embarrassing them both.