Maddening, to kiss Louis. He thinks some trite thing, 'doesn't know how he kept it together in Dubai, in that stolen moment', but of course he knows, he was dying, it wasn't just that he wanted but couldn't follow through— he couldn't fully feel, so disconnected from himself he was, floating in a fog of chronic pain and medicated malaise.

But it's incredible. He feels better than every fantasy, and fuck, but there have been a lot. Even before, even in those fifty years, sometimes Daniel's attention would stray, and past the fear and panic of twisted memories he'd wonder.

"Louis du Lac, at Disneyland." More kissing, in between it. Daniel hitches one knee up to encourage Louis to settle on him. "Actually, I don't know how long Disneyland is open after dark. Might have to break in."