Daniel prefers to give counsel rather than receive it; there's a certain release to be found when someone chooses to confide in him and divulge some small and buried piece of themselves. The SGC Psych unit would have called it cathartic.
Daniel hasn't talked to psych in years. He doesn't talk to them as a general policy.
He has always been better at offering comfort and understanding to others than he has to himself.
Seth's attempt at diverting and then reinventing the structure of the conversation, the clumsy but nonetheless welcome attempt at physical reassurance, allows Daniel that subdued flare of altruistic closure. The faint answering smile dissolves in the same instant it forms.
"Loss is shaped by context," he replies, insufferably vague, obliquely reshaping their dialogic vector. "I've achieved a distance from it, and, and an understanding of the event itself. Grief is one of the foundations that separates human from - not." Daniel makes a leveling, horizontal gesture, one hand that sweeps across an invisible plane. The 'not.' Poorly enumerated in speech, even sloppier in summarizing situational function. Trust Daniel to try and twist all this into something pseudo-profound.
"Having been a member of both camps and vastly preferring the former," Daniel continues, dropping the demonstrative hand wearily, "I'll take grief if that's the reminder. Every day."
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Daniel hasn't talked to psych in years. He doesn't talk to them as a general policy.
He has always been better at offering comfort and understanding to others than he has to himself.
Seth's attempt at diverting and then reinventing the structure of the conversation, the clumsy but nonetheless welcome attempt at physical reassurance, allows Daniel that subdued flare of altruistic closure. The faint answering smile dissolves in the same instant it forms.
"Loss is shaped by context," he replies, insufferably vague, obliquely reshaping their dialogic vector. "I've achieved a distance from it, and, and an understanding of the event itself. Grief is one of the foundations that separates human from - not." Daniel makes a leveling, horizontal gesture, one hand that sweeps across an invisible plane. The 'not.' Poorly enumerated in speech, even sloppier in summarizing situational function. Trust Daniel to try and twist all this into something pseudo-profound.
"Having been a member of both camps and vastly preferring the former," Daniel continues, dropping the demonstrative hand wearily, "I'll take grief if that's the reminder. Every day."