Daniel is much less porn-adjacent, barring the weird side of porn. A melty wet rat, seeming slightly transparent when saturated, though at least his animated flair gives him some life. Louis takes his hand and it makes him smile, everything scrunched up pleasantly.

"What makes you think I didn't end up doing it in Russia?"

Teasing. Maybe he did. Maybe he just downed another cupful of shitty post-communist vodka and did a round, then screamed, then made friends for life, until most of those guys ended up executed for stealing bread or importing blue jeans, while Daniel went off to do the real interview.

Or he didn't. Or he panicked and definitely didn't.

A mystery.

Daniel looks at him and flexes his fingers.

"What, you got cereal and switchblades?"