Psychic fingers tangle, light and playful. Immediately tripping and falling into the abyss of coiled together minds is probably too quick, but Daniel will never shut him out. He's getting better at it rapidly, improving night by night, and though there's still an excitable, fledgling energy to it all, he's no longer accidentally almost bowling Louis over. Less of a mess inside, tidied up a bit, compartmentalized into work and and emotion and (things he's keeping sectioned away, thanks Armand) everything else.

"Missed you, too." Warm. Daniel offers another small kiss, chasing in return. Helpless against wanting him, even through the tangle of insecurities he may always be working through.

"I'm glad you're safe. And here. I know we can talk anytime, but I like seeing you."