Proximity is welcomed, psychic hands tangled, leaning, like showing him the book he's reading. And due to it, before he even responds, there's a sense of— yeah, exactly.

Had Louis reached out, then? Had Daniel never noticed? But how could he, mortal, preoccupied. What a warm thought. Neither of the realized just how much they missed each other.

But what he means is,

'Right. Because you're a vampire. If I wrote about it, no one would believe me, except for people who know vampires are real. The place that published my memoir didn't ask for a single edit, by the way.'