Seth looks back at Daniel and smiles, a little more solidly now. Like it's not just words, but actual meaning that he can begin to absorb. "Thanks.." he answers quietly, nodding a little. "For everything," he adds, because it needs saying. Even if there's no way to express how much thanks Daniel really deserves for doing this.
He deliberates whether to get any more undressed, as he's been usually sleeping pretty fully dressed for a long, long time. It feels strange to do anything different, but his t-shirt is sweaty, and these clothes are... Well, they're almost a prison uniform to him. They're just regular clothes, of course, but at this point they feel very specific to that place. And just the fact that he can sleep in his underwear like he used to once upon a time, without (rational) fear of being woken up and dragged elsewhere, it's what makes him decide to do so. He peels off the t-shirt first, dropping it unceremoniously on the ground, before starting on the trousers.
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He deliberates whether to get any more undressed, as he's been usually sleeping pretty fully dressed for a long, long time. It feels strange to do anything different, but his t-shirt is sweaty, and these clothes are... Well, they're almost a prison uniform to him. They're just regular clothes, of course, but at this point they feel very specific to that place. And just the fact that he can sleep in his underwear like he used to once upon a time, without (rational) fear of being woken up and dragged elsewhere, it's what makes him decide to do so. He peels off the t-shirt first, dropping it unceremoniously on the ground, before starting on the trousers.