"These old guys are worse than me at technology," he says, not missing a beat on the conversation that's been on hold for a few days. "And I mean, me when I first started getting lost on shit like touch screens, I'm alright now. But they're real bad. These vamps believe the ads on Facebook and all of their passwords are 'BloodIsAwesome'."

Daniel looks up from the wreckage, and smiles. Louis, as usual, looks incredible— if Daniel didn't appreciate it so much he might take umbrage at his own vibe being so effortlessly upstaged, but it's impossible. Louis could wear a trash bag and look better than most people on Earth, alive or dead.

"Hey."

Warm. Just a little shy. Are they— does he get up, go to greet him, offer him a kiss? Are they those kind of people? He's not sure. It would be nice, but he doesn't want to be overbearing. So. He stands anyway, tries not to feel sheepish and dorky in his band tee and unremarkable shoes.

"Nice hotel pick."

?? Smooth.