Daniel imagines reaching out, cradling Louis' face in his hand, stroking his cheek with his thumb. He wonders how much of it comes out. He loves getting to feel all of this, the way he and Louis can tangle together even from afar, and he appreciates — in a practical way, which might be funny, given everything — getting to learn and practice.

Complicated, but good. Their book. Daniel was always going to publish it, even if he had to print copies and hand them out. The craziest thing he's ever done wasn't about to become lost media. Even if he was still going to just die of Parkinson's, he'd have done it.

Louis' answer, meanwhile, sounds charmingly innocent to Daniel. Don't know why they'd have paid attention, but even Talamasca, shoddily put together stalkers as they are, knew more about the truth of what happened that week. The idea that there aren't other vampires, who are better funded, fueled by superpowers, and all that shit, that knew, is pretty wild in that context.

But—

'I won't, probably. I've got other stuff going on right now. But I want you to be careful, yeah?'