Louis exhales softly at the tap of her thumb, the smile fading. He'll need to put his mask on again eventually, go back to being chipper and cheerful- his own coping mechanism against the sadness that might swallow him whole otherwise. But for not his usual chirpiness can be put away. He honestly hasn't got the strength for it and he doesn't need it around her. He's never needed it around her.

He considers her offer. There's a temptation to shut everything out. To ignore it all and pretend it's not real. But that's what old Louis would do- the Louis still believing what Marlon told him, the Louis who stuck his fingers in his ears and sang loudly enough until whatever was bothering him went away. He's not that way... not any more.

"I don't think I could rest even if I wanted to," he feels awful but sleep is far beyond him. "...What happened?"