Nonsensical, the way Louis thinks, We should never be apart.

There are many good reasons to give Daniel his space. For Louis to maintain his own. And yet.

"Sorry I kept you waiting on me," Louis says instead, and answers the question he is sure will follow: "Had an artist open up their studio for a showing."

Accommodating Louis' requirement to meet after sunrise. Gone are the days when it was him and Armand, and Armand could take a meeting at noon if it was offered.

Louis' thumb runs back and forth, knuckles flattening comfortably under Daniel's hand. Little touches, little contact. The feeling of a heartbeat under his palm.

"It's good to see you," offered instead of I missed you. Sentiments that rhyme, even if the former feels less urgent than the latter.

All well contained, but Louis is also uncertain of what now. What they make of this time. His disparate desires to simply take Daniel to bed and stay there maybe not welcome, nor productive. There is the computer, there are things Louis has dragged from the minds of dying vampire, but is it enough to hold Daniel's attention?