To Daniel's relief, Seth looks to be following through on the "lying down" suggestion. He gets off the bed to give him some space and wanders over to scoop up his discarded shirt and jacket along with Seth's hoodie. He hangs them in the bathroom where at least then they won't be staining the carpet. Daniel doesn't want to have to explain that to the hotel staff.

He re-enters the room to find Seth's very literal back to him as his shirt has now been deposited onto the floor. He looks a little bruised, Daniel notes absently, but that's not surprising considering what he's been through recently. But there's a thin dark line of markings on his upper back that don't look like any kind of bruising he's ever seen. Daniel moves closer and squints at them, concerned, until he's able to tell exactly what they are.

Then he sees he can read them, and his insides rapidly congeal into ice.

Daniel makes a small, strangled noise that he stifles almost immediately, a completely unintentional reaction to the horribly familiar little black line of numbers that have been tattooed to Seth's back. He doesn't mean to draw attention to it, that's probably the last thing Seth needs right now, but the damage is done.