"Please stop beating yourself up about it. I mean it. I don't have to read your mind to know you're doing it, and Armand beat us both up enough without piling anything else on, okay?"

Many things are possible, with Armand. Possibly endless things. Daniel will have to ask him what he was trying to do, and scry answers from his face the way Armand can't do to him. He wonders if his maker will even permit a meeting, now, with that in mind— he's definitely picked up on the fact that Armand hates their imbalance of intuition. But he's going to have to fucking cope.

Door slam? Daniel wrinkles his brow.