Numb, shocked, Daniel allows himself to be led. Louis takes his hand and, though on a delay, Daniel shakes himself back to the present and grips it tightly. There's something desperate in it, a thread of panic, sudden terror and worry over Louis. He spent so long in such shitty situations, and he nearly got his head blown off over Daniel.

Daniel should have just called, a week ago. Daniel should have slipped out the back door when Raglan told him to.

He didn't, he was never going to. It was always going to be this, because he's stubborn, and he's determined, and he prioritizes work over everything and everyone, no matter what it ruins. That doesn't stop the churning in his stomach that has nothing to do with the jump down, or the sprint to the right.

"Are you okay?"

—A shaky question, fumbling at the car door.