Armand soothes his own wound as he rubs his blood against it to seal it, crawling after Daniel to take his hand, pulling him to his feet as he basks in the simple joy of having those lovely three words said to him.

They're in him, too. He knows they are. He hasn't been able to sound them out, for a myriad of complicated reasons, and yet, he wants to. He very much wants to give them to Daniel, but for now, what he can do is settle Daniel in bed, speedily returning with wet cloths to tidy him, pressing fond and absent kisses to his shoulder, his chest, and every bit of him he can access in the meantime.

"I had a lovely evening," he praises. "Very romantic of you, making sure I'm taken proper care of," he continues, climbing into bed with him, resting his chin on Daniel's chest. "Is there anything else you want from tonight?"