Close, and getting closer. Every rock forward is some new height of electric intensity for Daniel, who is caught up in not just Louis but this feeling of another person who is like him, not a mortal he has to be careful about hurting by accident. Not like being human still, with another human, either; there's no strain, no cramped efforts, no itching exhaustion. It's just everything.

And then, the touch to his neck. The scars there. Louis' scars, carved into him. It makes his breath catch, his movements stutter, and he grasps him harder and flexes his hips into him where he's buried deep, with Louis pinned to the mattress.

"See. You've been there the whole time."

A part of Daniel. Tangible. Even when they couldn't remember. Louis was there, written on his flesh, like a signature.

"Come on."