The desperation of the most recent memory took Louis a few breaths to untangle from his own. He rubbed his eyes, resting his fingers over his closed lids. He wasn't sure who the woman was, nor the man who pushed her to the edge, but that feeling of being willing to take anything if the other would only desire was uncomfortably familiar.
He wondered if she found him again, or if it would have even been a good thing if she had. Then the next memory dropped in, and there was no chance to wonder further.