Thumb running soft across Daniel's cheek, Louis smiling at little at him. Fond. Endlessly fond of Daniel. Daniel who makes this assertion and leaves Louis to ride out the complex wash of emotion it provokes.

They're friends. Louis was so careless with him.

"I know," at last, settling on the words. "We are."

Daniel is so important.

"I'm not starving," Louis promises. "I'm just figuring out how it's gonna be now."

What kind of hunter Louis will become. If he could ever take pleasure in the kill.