A flood of feeling. An ache after the gentle, fond tone in Louis' voice. A moment of selfish fury that Louis have people to feel fond about when he has been alone. A rush of tenderness that Louis might speak of something, someone, without any melancholy or pain at all. And jealousy. This as well.

Overwhelming, and contained to a single unnecessary swallow, a twinge at his mouth. "And so I have Daniel to thank," he asks softly, a tip of his head, "for this unexpected reunion?"