Louis leans up into him, fingers sliding to the nape of his neck, thumb pressing down over the pulse beating in Daniel's throat. Reaches for his mind as they kiss, a skimming tease of contact tempered only by the awareness that Daniel might want to talk, just a little, before they fall into each other.
Teasing, and then alongside it runs a quieter, fretful impulse that is all questions, the muted impulse to ask, How has it been? How are you? What have you been doing? Are you happy, still?
They have been apart. Louis knows it's good for them both. And yet—
A slow parting, kissing Daniel again and then again after, soft and lingering, before saying, "Hey," again, into the narrow slip of space between them. "Missed you."
Like a reminder, a reassurance against the way Daniel shrugs off his own importance. Whatever they are, whatever they will be, he is always important. It will always be true.
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Louis leans up into him, fingers sliding to the nape of his neck, thumb pressing down over the pulse beating in Daniel's throat. Reaches for his mind as they kiss, a skimming tease of contact tempered only by the awareness that Daniel might want to talk, just a little, before they fall into each other.
Teasing, and then alongside it runs a quieter, fretful impulse that is all questions, the muted impulse to ask, How has it been? How are you? What have you been doing? Are you happy, still?
They have been apart. Louis knows it's good for them both. And yet—
A slow parting, kissing Daniel again and then again after, soft and lingering, before saying, "Hey," again, into the narrow slip of space between them. "Missed you."
Like a reminder, a reassurance against the way Daniel shrugs off his own importance. Whatever they are, whatever they will be, he is always important. It will always be true.