Even with the drugs blurring his thoughts -- not to mention his eyesight -- Gaeta has to stifle a quick breath when he gets a good look at him. Louis ranks first in his head and heart, always, without question...but gods, does this man run a close second.

Well, he thinks, bleakly amused, at least I didn't say anything out loud this time.

Thinking of Louis stirs up a wholly different ache; Gaeta shuts his eyes again, seeking a new distraction. "What'd it remind you of?"