"And that's okay, that's...you've been through a lot. And you're not, I don't know, obligated to talk about any of it. I just wanna be able to help and that feels like the only way I can."

One hand half-raises to make some illustrative gesture but folds into a loose fist and drops while Daniel stands and tries not to pace and radiates muted frustration.

It's the one thing he can do, after all - talk endlessly and pointlessly, even when it's in his best interest to remain silent. It's that urge to do something, to help, even when he knows he logically can't. Words can't make everything reparable and they can't do much for Seth now besides offer empty comfort.