Navigating with two clunky cases isn't very graceful, but at least Daniel manages to get them both up the narrow little staircases that are entirely too small and cramped to be in any way practical. And he only stumbled once or twice, he notes with an embarrassing amount of pride, though he admittedly almost put a foot through the wall while climbing those last few steps.

"Thanks," he says yet again as he squeezes into Seth's apartment gratefully, quickly edging his way to the indicated door in an effort to avoid dripping over the floor overmuch. He forgets to completely shut the door in his eagerness to change into something that's less liable to make him shiver as uncontrollably as he is now, divesting the waterlogged clothing into a puddled mound on top of his bare-bones luggage. Daniel pulls on a pair of passable jeans fairly quickly, worn and frayed as they are around the edges, but soon finds himself cursing under his breath in Arabic while he stands, shirtless in another man's bathroom, rooting frantically about in search for the tiny pile of shirts that he knows are buried somewhere in his sparse wardrobe.