Daniel stands, and Louis isn't sure why it feels unexpected. Some thought of simply crossing the room, putting himself into Daniel's space, knocked just slightly out of alignment by Daniel rising from his seat.

A moment's hitch, pausing. Maybe picking up some of Daniel's anxiety, caching some minr flicker of the emotion as Louis continues on, meeting him. Grinning a little over Daniel's approval, at the computer laid open on the table.

"Hey," Louis echoes back. Fond. "You look good."

A grazing, skimming touch along the edge of Daniel's mind in tandem as he reaches for Daniel's hand, for the front of his shirt.

"You been waiting long?"