"Aw, babe, that's very sweet," Daniel says, only barely able to resist getting both arms around Armand, grinning. "I'll leave that for the version of us still back home. But who knows, maybe I'll manage to get famous here too."

He prods Armand forward a few steps, shifting to take his hand. "So, fair warning, I've always sucked at this part. The dating, but I also never did it with you, and that was maybe the problem." Once he's got their fingers interlocked, he tugs gently, heading toward the lights of the boardwalk.

"We're starting easy," he says, "just taking a walk to see the sights, then in a couple of hours, I've arranged dinner." Part of the chatter is to calm and soothe himself, but Daniel suspects Armand's in a similar boat, excitement and nerves tangled up together. "You look fucking amazing," he adds, more quietly. "I like the part where I can touch as well as look."