Daniel was a disaster in 1973. He'd have asked, but been as insensitive as possible about it, entirely by accident. Smugly well-meaning. Embarrassing. He knew everything in 1973, you see.
And now he understands he doesn't know shit.
Except: that Louis missed him. That Louis wants him. And how much he wants Louis in return.
Daniel kisses the side of his cheekbone, his ear, nuzzling at wherever he can as Louis toys with the punctures and the scars they're layered over. What a perverse relief that they didn't vanish when he was transformed. They didn't need to heal. They're not a mark of pain, not really.
"Anywhere, as long as you want," Daniel tells him, with elated laughter in his voice.
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And now he understands he doesn't know shit.
Except: that Louis missed him. That Louis wants him. And how much he wants Louis in return.
Daniel kisses the side of his cheekbone, his ear, nuzzling at wherever he can as Louis toys with the punctures and the scars they're layered over. What a perverse relief that they didn't vanish when he was transformed. They didn't need to heal. They're not a mark of pain, not really.
"Anywhere, as long as you want," Daniel tells him, with elated laughter in his voice.