Armand feels himself on the brim of a tender moment, restraining himself furiously so he doesn't simply burst into an overwhelmed emotion that he can't control. There is no weaker possibility than him simply losing control, and he fights furiously to keep it, even through Daniel's romantic proclamations.

He wants to be that for him, but then, he's wanted to mould himself for all his lovers, and be exactly what they need him to be. Ever the actor, ever the performer, ever the donated. "You're high," he accuses fondly, instead of having to process the unsteadiness of his reaction, tenderly cupping Daniel's face with a palm. "You're always so lovely when you're high."