Re: Sonrisa: Sam & Daniel
[He spends a couple minutes upstairs, looking around, approving of the prints of Klimt and art deco advertisements. Those came a little after his time, but they had flavor, and they made him feel a curious mix of regret and confusion that wanted to verge on nostalgia, but had no memories on which he could base the emotion. At least none of it hinted at forgotten misdeeds. There is a full century Daniel couldn't remember, but nothing in here suggests anything at all to him except charm and clutter. He picks up the heater with one hand and clambers back down the stairs, continuing the conversation.
Reappearing, he smiles and kisses her cheek before he looks around for the basement door.] Good for you. All that shit we go to meetings for is bad for the baby, I hear. Heard a woman talk about it once. [Several times, but he is actively trying to avoid freaking Sam out. She is as prone to madness in her own way as he.
Daniel tries to look innocent at the mention of Louis.] I talked to him. He's worried, you should tell him you're good.