"Hi," answers Daniel with a faint frown. The word stretches into something distant and uncomfortable and hovers like a thick raincloud, unaddressed.

He enters cautiously, the easy familiarity between the two now somewhat reduced. It makes sense considering what they've both experienced, but Daniel will still mourn its loss.

A few flicks of his eyes takes in the rumpled clothes, Seth's appearance, the alcohol, and Daniel can draw his own regretful conclusions.

"Are you drunk?" He doesn't mean for it to sound quite so astonished or reproachful. But god Seth, it's barely noon.