Peter just goes and drags Daniel willfully along and Daniel, torn between irritation and sheer bewildered amusement, goes along with it. He can't help but marvel. The unmitigated, overpowering bravado of the man. He'd almost find it fascinating if he weren't currently chained to him and therefore completely unable to maintain any reasonable distance.

"Hey," he says once Seth gets his own bolt out, shooting him a vaguely sympathetic raised-eyebrow look. "How you doing?" That trick Peter pulled didn't look to have done Seth's shoulder any favors, and Daniel has had quite enough of injured shoulders in dreams to last him a lifetime, thanks.