Daniel laughs softly, bumps forehead to forehead before he presses a blurry kiss to Louis' cheekbone. All a mess, reconciling with okay, that was the last one, enjoying it, because there is incredible sweetness to wrapping it up and moving to the next stage of intimacy, too. He hasn't showered with someone in decades, and sleeping in bed with someone else is a rare luxury, to say nothing of the as-yet-un-experienced coffin.

"Anything means anything," he says.

A whole day, or not, Louis doesn't have to steamroll himself for Daniel's sake. Though he'd absolutely go in for it.

More soft kisses, and touches that don't want to let go. Daniel finds the prospect of parting to be particularly brutal, but consoles himself with the fact that Louis is not yet tired of him. Spell not yet broken.