Daniel's own curiosity is now doubt a tangible thing, watching Louis with bright psychic eyes, observing his ability to navigate the different paths on each technical hookup. Learning, always, consuming the world around him, sorting it into the chaotic library in his head.

Cool.

An impression of a laugh—

'Yeah, they've tried to talk me into being afraid of you. They've got an impressive collection of long distance paparazzi pictures of all of us from over the years, and don't seem to realize that's the thing that would freak me out, if any of it would.'

Just not scared of Louis. Maybe he should be, but he doesn't have it in him, not really. And especially not anymore. Even if Louis does decide to be violent with him — not out of the question, it's happened before, more than once — he'll be fine. Nothing hurts, anymore. Daniel can do stand in front of an oncoming train if he wants to, just to watch his bones come back together.

Sleight of hand time: letting the car stop at the ground floor as they weasel out the maintenance hatch, then go down the ladder to the actual basement level they're looking for. Maybe it's weird watching Daniel be able to do it, moving like a young person, looking like he does.