"We're gonna get there," Daniel tells him, stoking fires and comforting at once. "Even if a fucking meteor falls out of the sky, okay, don't worry."

Louis is here, with Daniel, it's alright. Finally. Even though Daniel just decided to show up, be his annoying, nosy self— impossibly glad he did. That he followed some little instinct. Pulled by fate, or more likely, just Louis.

Minds twisting together, tumbling colors, feelings. Daniel thinks he physically feels a reflection of what Louis does, a marvel of a thing. He strokes him carefully, still not uncoiling his fingers for caution's sake, but he can't linger there forever. Or. Well. He could, but he doesn't think either of them are patient enough for it, right now.

"Show me how to do this, huh?"

With hands or mental images. He grabs the lube, taps Louis' hip with the points of his nails.