Can't quite say patience as a tease because Daniel could unravel him if he wanted, easy enough if he touched Louis again. Can't say it because Daniel is being patient, in some respects. Patient with his teeth, despite how much Louis wants them in his skin. Patient with Louis beneath him, holding together despite how precarious a balancing act it has become to hold off.

Beneath him now, Louis blinks hard against the prick of tears. Remembering because Daniel gifted him the memory, dragged it out of Louis' head with a tape recording and sheer determination. Because of him Louis can remember this: dropping his fangs for Daniel, who startled and laughed and asked to see them again.

His thumb circles the scar as he draws in an unsteady breath. When he speaks, his fangs glint up to Daniel, though Louis' voice sounds wrecked-raw as he murmurs, "You've always been mine," as his nail scrapes feather-light across Daniel's skin. Voice falling to a whisper as he echoes, "This whole time."

Half-statement, half-question. Louis says it and doubts it in the same breath. How unlikely, that Daniel would want to be kept. Louis stealing two weeks from him, audaciously demanding hundreds of years after. Can't help himself. Can't do anything but hang on tightly to everything that's been lost to him for so many years.