This greeting bursting into Louis' mind, hooking his attention. Effortless. Even if Daniel whispered. Even if it were not a word but a sensation.

Halfway across the world, miles and miles and timezones apart, Louis answers. (Relieved, every time Daniel touches his mind. Pleased, always pleased.)

Hey.

Warm. Affectionate.

Amused.

Hello, Daniel.

The sense of Louis' attention turning, narrowing. Daniel effortlessly claiming all his focus, task at hand set aside for the moment.

There is a headless vampire on the floor. Louis is sitting cross-legged, had only a moment ago been slowly, painstakingly digging through the content of a poorly secured laptop. He is not sorry for a reason to let his hands slow on the keyboard. Louis is not an expert, only determined, working off what he'd dragged from the dead thing on the floor's mind to gain access, and now navigate the device's contents.

It's not a hardship to give Daniel all his attention. All else can wait.