Louis contemplates for only a moment before he discards the uncertainty. Daniel is touching his face. Louis has a hand in his hair. They have survived all the worst things together. All their ugliest moments shared between them.
Louis lets Daniel have his assertions, his promises for the future. No argument just now, though maybe in the future he'll pick a fight over what he does or doesn't feel. To remind Daniel of their promises, the prospect of centuries together.
It is a short distance. Louis slides across it, lets Daniel draw him in.
Breathes out, thumb rubbing back and forth at the nape of Daniel's neck as they embrace.
Says, eventually, "Thanks."
For sticking around. For forgiving Louis. For being alive still.
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Louis contemplates for only a moment before he discards the uncertainty. Daniel is touching his face. Louis has a hand in his hair. They have survived all the worst things together. All their ugliest moments shared between them.
Louis lets Daniel have his assertions, his promises for the future. No argument just now, though maybe in the future he'll pick a fight over what he does or doesn't feel. To remind Daniel of their promises, the prospect of centuries together.
It is a short distance. Louis slides across it, lets Daniel draw him in.
Breathes out, thumb rubbing back and forth at the nape of Daniel's neck as they embrace.
Says, eventually, "Thanks."
For sticking around. For forgiving Louis. For being alive still.