It's old news to Seth, one of those familiar things that he hates, but he can't really work up any anger about, at least not in the state he's in. He's just weary and anxious, and at the moment the feeling of soft sheets and a fluffy pillow against his skin is an awful lot more tangible and present than what happened to him in there. Not that any of that's forgotten. It's lurking in the back of his mind, and he keeps remembering what getting that power in him was like. But right now it seems to be taking more of a backseat.

So Seth merely watches, slouched tiredly against the headboard. He's glad Daniel retracts the question, because that's a rather big one that Seth in no way has the capacity to answer at the moment.

"You're gonna fuck up your shoulder again," he comments quietly, in an attempt to get Daniel to calm down. While he appreciates Daniel being angry on his behalf, Seth doesn't like to see him upset.