Daniel doesn't need supernatural powers to see how strung out Louis is, and it's understandable. A large part of Daniel doesn't want to pull away either, even though he's still reeling from fucking everything. A week ago—
Months ago?
Doesn't matter. It's all different. He doesn't have the same priorities, he doesn't have the same life.
"Come here," he ends up saying, and pulls Louis into a hug again. A shuddered exhale, and he stays like that for a while. Longer than necessary, probably. His own nerves feel fried and tangled, and Louis' presence, despite being part of the aforementioned fucking everything, is grounding.
After a while, he brings his hands up to hold Louis' face, and looks at him. Silently checking in.
"Help me pick something out, yeah?"
A task to do besides sit and wait. Best he's got. Unless Louis wants to come scrub blood off of him, insert bleak laugh.
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Months ago?
Doesn't matter. It's all different. He doesn't have the same priorities, he doesn't have the same life.
"Come here," he ends up saying, and pulls Louis into a hug again. A shuddered exhale, and he stays like that for a while. Longer than necessary, probably. His own nerves feel fried and tangled, and Louis' presence, despite being part of the aforementioned fucking everything, is grounding.
After a while, he brings his hands up to hold Louis' face, and looks at him. Silently checking in.
"Help me pick something out, yeah?"
A task to do besides sit and wait. Best he's got. Unless Louis wants to come scrub blood off of him, insert bleak laugh.