It takes a good thirty seconds for everything Seth is saying to actually reach Daniel's brain and another thirty seconds for him to fully process it enough to formulate a reply.
"Clothes," he repeats in something that vaguely resembles English, which is not really a reply so much as meaningless repetition so he expands on it. "Good idea."
Yes, clothes sound like a good idea. Preferably shirts. He's already wearing pants and, perplexingly, shoes. Which he must have slept in. Without realizing it. All right then.
Daniel makes it to a ninety degree angle, sitting at the edge of the bed with one palm scrubbing at his eyes.
"And coffee," he adds, because the parts of him that are now cognizant have begun demanding caffeine with incessantly loud voices. "That'd be good too."
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"Clothes," he repeats in something that vaguely resembles English, which is not really a reply so much as meaningless repetition so he expands on it. "Good idea."
Yes, clothes sound like a good idea. Preferably shirts. He's already wearing pants and, perplexingly, shoes. Which he must have slept in. Without realizing it. All right then.
Daniel makes it to a ninety degree angle, sitting at the edge of the bed with one palm scrubbing at his eyes.
"And coffee," he adds, because the parts of him that are now cognizant have begun demanding caffeine with incessantly loud voices. "That'd be good too."