[ louis shouldn't have stopped prying into daniel's thoughts, but he has, both out of an unspoken respect and simply because his own mind wanders. so the earned trust does mean something to louis. he's always placed value in being held to his word, in being reliable, trustworthy, steadfast. even now, when he feels at his most broken down, there's value in that trust.

no less from a man like daniel molloy. they both have their secrets, but there's an honesty to the things they say out loud. or, rather - louis tries his best. he looks at daniel for a long few seconds, silent, until: ]

We could wrap up Paris, yes.

[ his brow furrows and he takes the final drag off this cigarette, flicking the butt out into the damp of the yard. he shouldn't pursue the interview further, not without armand, not without the laptop and the recording and everything else to make it official. but daniel says remembering, and it strikes at something entirely human in louis. ]

Remembering. [ he looks out over the lawn, to the high hedges of the maze in the distance. ] Makes you wonder how you could forget at all. Everything coming back in stark relief, detail so vivid that - [ a beat. a regathering of his resolve. ]

I'd like to continue our talk. When we can.