"Be careful," is immediate, and kneejerk. Armand doesn't need to fear the sun, Armand has done fuck-knows-what to Louis' head, to Daniel's head, by now. "It's— I mean just talking to another person for a second—"

What is he doing?? Get a fucking grip, Molloy. Don't say goodbye, even though that's what he feels like doing, suddenly. He's exhausted. He's already dying of Parkinson's, it's at least slightly more interesting to expire while kidnapped by a fucking ancient demon instead of in palliative care. Christ.

"I'm fine."

Another thing that there's no time to detail is what Armand is starting to force him to do in lieu of appropriate medical care. Daniel feels insane.

"My kids, will you do that? I have to go."