Seth's glad Daniel takes up the mantle of rambling to relax, because Seth's not all that good at it. And he's already folding up his own sleeve.

"Should have started," he answers, looking down at Daniel, worried that it's not working right. "I gave it intravenously, so, it only takes a few minutes. As opposed to, yanno, through muscles, which takes forever..." He should know. Though quite often he does do it through muscle, just so it doesn't hit him so intensely and quickly. He might be dependent, but he'd like to think he's not addicted. There is a difference.

"...How do you feel?" he asks a few moments later, impatient for it to work.