"Thank you," he says again, because it really does bear repeating. "I wasn't really desperate to get back out there."

He takes another eager gulp of his terrible coffee, not even caring that it's terrible, because it's the first fluids his body has had in hours besides rain and the occasional puddle thrown up by a passing car.

"So you're uh," Daniel scrambles to think of something remotely clever, just to prove Seth isn't wasting his money, "bit of a poor man's philanthropist?"

Yes, hello, Earth? Daniel would like you to swallow him up now and disappear him from the face of everything, please and thank you.