A flutter of emotion. There have been a whole lot, tonight. Louis will no doubt be able to feel the tender pulse in Daniel's heart, feeling the continued weight of this, how much it touches him. He's always felt safe, in a way, with Louis. Even when it wasn't. Even when he was being harmed. Safe enough to talk to him still after a reveal of fangs, to curl into him and listen when he was burned up, to stay with him in Dubai even after their sparring, and the muddied memory of his near-murder.

Not a boy anymore, but a part of him will always still be Louis'. Scars, and fingerprints on his heart.

He splays one hand over the other vampire's, to that end. His chest, his heart.

Anything, agreed.