"You know how I love to peel back layers until I find the truth," Daniel agrees, his hands getting busy peeling back layers of Armand's clothes. "One of my favorite things."

Not ever an easy process, paring the bullshit away until something resembling truth is left, as close to the truth as anyone can get be without losing the big picture.

"You'll be with me, and it's not just the truth-seeker in me. I want to know what I did to make you laugh, how many clubs we got kicked out of, because there's no way we didn't."

He plunges a hand into Armand's hair-- he's a little obsessed, and who can blame him-- and kisses back just as intently, as possessively, tugging him forward as he backs himself to the wall. "How about weird places we had sex," he murmurs, snagging another kiss, and another.