Daniel likes this better than Dubai's harshness, and he's glad for no blinding while to illuminate things he's still shallowly struggling with. It's warm, in a way, and he thinks that suits Louis much better than brutalist design. (What might he look like in modern takes on art deco? Too painful, or?)

"Hey yourself."

He allows himself to be reeled in, and he follows Louis, presses into that kiss, touches his hip with his other hand.

"Weird how cold it is, disengaging," he says, and thinks Louis will know he means about the telepathic closeness. "Thank you, for sharing that with me."

Opening his mind, accepting Daniel's openness in return. Tangling with him in their heads and feeling so much, knowing he was safe during the whole thing. It's been unlike anything else he's ever experienced.