Daniel is bloody and disgusting and possibly minutes away from a fullblown starving newborn nightmare predator meltdown, but he cares more about Louis in this moment. He feels horrible for him, seeing that look on his face, knowing he feels responsible, knowing that Armand did this just to fuck with him.

A clumsy surge forward, arms around his shoulders. A messy hug, making Louis a mess too, but he doesn't know what else to do. For a minute he has nothing more than the ability to cling to him and try to take in a breath, finding himself not-quite-gasping. Strangled by emotion. Choked by it. Red over his own face, bloody tears, and he can feel and smell and taste the difference; everything is different, the way air feels in his throat, the pressure in his sinuses, the texture of fabric under his hands.

"I didn't think anyone would notice. Or show up." Finally, eking this out. Louis doesn't have to apologize. He came. He tried. "You kept me from losing it."