Defensive and angry, oscillating between being a dick about it and attempting positive reinforcement, Daniel waits and listens. This is not altogether his best performance handling Armand, but perhaps he can be forgiven, between the timing and the surprise of it all.

And then. I don't know. Something about it makes him unwind.

Believable. He looks sidelong at Armand, and thinks it's perhaps the most honest he's been all night. This or the thing about not thinking about Louis, which is something that Daniel is still turning over in his head and contemplating. Yeah. Armand not knowing makes sense. And there's a kind of relief in hearing him say it. That he recognizes it. This boat they're both in is a fucking weird one.

Footsteps, night birds, distant traffic, distant lights.

"Me too."

Months ago. You were fascinating and you still are. I don't believe you're empty.

Moments ago. I wasn't lying.

"We have shit to work on, you and me." Quieter, now. "How do you feel about cautious optimism?"