"Sorry. Sorry," he says, shutting his eyes. He's not helping here. Seth is tired, Daniel's tired, they're both exhausted and injured and he's just making things worse.

He sits down in the chair and stands up again and walks to the other end of the room and finally sits on the other side of the bed because Seth has a very good point, he's going to mess his shoulder up again if he doesn't sit still.

Daniel's full of too many words, all of them useless, and he has to accept that this is beyond him right now. And Seth's right, he really should be horizontal, so he lies down. And quickly puts his glasses on the nightstand so he stops fiddling with them. And tries to stop thinking about it. And mostly fails.

"I'm just glad you're safe now," he mumbles finally.