Seth nods and heavily gets to his feet, bringing the whiskey bottle back to the kitchen and leaving it there, in an attempt to stop himself from drinking further. He hasn't even made coffee yet this time, despite knowing Daniel was coming, so he starts a fresh pot. Maybe it will have a sobering effect on him as well.

"Sorry you had to watch that," he says a bit quietly, focusing on the coffee rather than looking at Daniel. Knowing Seth's own tendency to get stuck on dreams or events and have them playing through his head, he has a feeling Daniel might be doing the same. And well, the sheer brutality of it, coupled with what Jack had called his saviour complex, probably made it very upsetting for Daniel that he couldn't help Seth. Again. Even if it was just a dream. Again.