Seth realises that Daniel is talking to him. It's like he can hear the words but not make sense of them, only half of them seem to have any meaning, and none at all when put together, and Daniel won't stop talking, and he's so intense right now that it is making everything worse.
"Shut up," he tries to say, except he's not sure if he actually managed to vocalise everything because Daniel is still talking except now he seems to be apologising but really he could be saying anything at this point, and Seth feels frozen in place at Daniel reaches up to touch him, and it's all too much, it's like it's all rushing at him from every side, and "Shut up," and all of a sudden he's walking away without quite meaning to, bag dragging behind him by a clenched fist.
It's not before he's stepped out of one of the gates and stood there for several minutes, or possibly seconds, or possibly an hour, leaning his head against a tree and taking long steadying breaths. Trying to get his mind to stop reeling, trying to stop feeling like there's an anvil on his chest, that he can actually start to focus on his surrounding, start to move of his own accord.
He turns around, expecting to see Daniel, expecting him to have followed, to be waiting for Seth to calm down.
Except there's no one there.
Seth takes another deep breath, stepping slowly towards the little garden again, at least having his head about him enough now to hoist his bag properly onto his shoulder rather than just drag it. He steps through the gate, and... Daniel's not there either. Daniel's left.
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"Shut up," he tries to say, except he's not sure if he actually managed to vocalise everything because Daniel is still talking except now he seems to be apologising but really he could be saying anything at this point, and Seth feels frozen in place at Daniel reaches up to touch him, and it's all too much, it's like it's all rushing at him from every side, and "Shut up," and all of a sudden he's walking away without quite meaning to, bag dragging behind him by a clenched fist.
It's not before he's stepped out of one of the gates and stood there for several minutes, or possibly seconds, or possibly an hour, leaning his head against a tree and taking long steadying breaths. Trying to get his mind to stop reeling, trying to stop feeling like there's an anvil on his chest, that he can actually start to focus on his surrounding, start to move of his own accord.
He turns around, expecting to see Daniel, expecting him to have followed, to be waiting for Seth to calm down.
Except there's no one there.
Seth takes another deep breath, stepping slowly towards the little garden again, at least having his head about him enough now to hoist his bag properly onto his shoulder rather than just drag it. He steps through the gate, and... Daniel's not there either. Daniel's left.