Not spending favors. Looking after Louis, having his back like an actual friend, not like someone trying to keep him in a dollhouse. Daniel squeezes his hand, reassuring silently.

"Hey."

Boyishly exasperated. Everything's a bit weird right now, but there's no need for doom and gloom. For one thing—

"I'm not the vanishing type."

Unlike his exes who've run out of steam and given up, and/or the vampires who dumped him in a crack house and vanished for fifty years. Ha ha. Daniel will follow through even if it risks killing him, as Louis damn well knows.

"If you don't take care of yourself I'm gonna be pissed, though."