Find out what exactly, is what Seth wants to ask. That Seth's a criminal? Normally he wouldn't give a shit what anyone thought about that, especially someone in the military, but he finds himself caring a lot about what Daniel thinks.
Seth's angry and frustrated, his grip tightening around his glass. Not at Daniel, though. At himself, at the Rift for making these dreams happen, at circumstances. At feeling like he's somehow deceived Daniel by not telling him this shit himself, at least Daniel would know who he'd been making friends with, could've backed out before Seth... before it became such a big deal.
The only reason Daniel's still here, still apologising, is probably just because he pities Seth after that whole ordeal. Daniel's disgust must simply be overpowered by his compassion. The thought makes Seth feel even worse.
It steadily becomes a lot harder to keep cool, and all but impossible to reassure Daniel. He doesn't think Daniel would even want his reassurances now, because part of Seth's mind has just gone and decided that Daniel doesn't want anything to do with him now anyway, because why would he? Some altruistic desire to fix him, to rescue him, like he'd done in the dream? Well, Seth doesn't need rescuing anymore, or at least not from anything Daniel can help with, not anything Seth even wants him to be aware is a problem.
He sets the glass down a little harder than intended, making a sharp sound as it lands on the glass table, and gets to his feet, heading back towards the kitchen, mostly to put some space between them. He picks up the whiskey bottle and opens it, taking a drink, because right now he can't deal with any of their frilly drinks, stuff he'd made to amuse Daniel as a reference to their first meeting.
Leaning his hands on the edge of counter, shoulders hunched and staring at the worktop, he tries to take a few deep breaths. "Sorry I dragged you down here," he says, back turned to Daniel, still sounding more calm than he feels. Not that that's currently an achievement, because he feels the very furthest from calm. "You can leave if you want to, don't worry about it."
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Seth's angry and frustrated, his grip tightening around his glass. Not at Daniel, though. At himself, at the Rift for making these dreams happen, at circumstances. At feeling like he's somehow deceived Daniel by not telling him this shit himself, at least Daniel would know who he'd been making friends with, could've backed out before Seth... before it became such a big deal.
The only reason Daniel's still here, still apologising, is probably just because he pities Seth after that whole ordeal. Daniel's disgust must simply be overpowered by his compassion. The thought makes Seth feel even worse.
It steadily becomes a lot harder to keep cool, and all but impossible to reassure Daniel. He doesn't think Daniel would even want his reassurances now, because part of Seth's mind has just gone and decided that Daniel doesn't want anything to do with him now anyway, because why would he? Some altruistic desire to fix him, to rescue him, like he'd done in the dream? Well, Seth doesn't need rescuing anymore, or at least not from anything Daniel can help with, not anything Seth even wants him to be aware is a problem.
He sets the glass down a little harder than intended, making a sharp sound as it lands on the glass table, and gets to his feet, heading back towards the kitchen, mostly to put some space between them. He picks up the whiskey bottle and opens it, taking a drink, because right now he can't deal with any of their frilly drinks, stuff he'd made to amuse Daniel as a reference to their first meeting.
Leaning his hands on the edge of counter, shoulders hunched and staring at the worktop, he tries to take a few deep breaths. "Sorry I dragged you down here," he says, back turned to Daniel, still sounding more calm than he feels. Not that that's currently an achievement, because he feels the very furthest from calm. "You can leave if you want to, don't worry about it."