"Yeah," he answers softly, giving a little nod. Admittedly, he's going by a pretty broken standard of 'all right'. He's going to survive, and he's going to cope, and maybe one day he's going to properly recover. Because the alternative option isn't acceptable. He's too defiant and stubborn for that. When he was in there, it was 'I won't let them use me,' but out here it's 'I won't let them break me.' Very different results. Although it is of course sometimes harder to remember that than other times.

Daniel is not looking so great either, though. Seth's not sure how much talking through what happened would help at this point. So he reaches forward and picks up the whiskey bottle, offering it out to Daniel.

"Sure you won't have some? I can mix it in your coffee, if you want." Seth either needs to sober up, or Daniel needs to get drunk, because them staying like this probably isn't going to help.