Even after he hears the snap of the door, Daniel waits a solid minute before actually going through with showering. It does warm him up, and he is definitely not going to think about how long it's been since he last took one. Even when he actually had access to an apartment with running water, showering was far too often relegated to an afterthought along with eating and shaving and pretty much anything besides regular caffeination. He would simply get so caught up in his work that -
His work. Right.
The work he no longer has.
Once the shower is off Daniel towels his hair with an almost vicious resolve, a doomed attempt to purge those gloomy reminders of his general failure to accomplish anything from his head. And then he does his best to flatten the half-dried disarray for reasons he can't quantify, though no amount of smoothing or tousling will get the entirety of the mess to organize itself. Daniel gives it up as a lost cause, carefully folding the towel and leaving it next to the sink before packing his sopping clothes in with the rest of his luggage. It might soak through the entirety of his wardrobe by tomorrow, but there really isn't much to be done about that.
He exits the bathroom at last, warm and clean and dry for what feels like the first time in weeks. It probably has been weeks.
"Thanks," he says, feeling a lot more confident now that his appearance isn't reminiscent of a wet dog. And, hey, he can even smell coffee. The day that had begun so horribly is starting to improve, which gives Daniel enough of a reason to smile faintly at Seth in gratitude.
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His work. Right.
The work he no longer has.
Once the shower is off Daniel towels his hair with an almost vicious resolve, a doomed attempt to purge those gloomy reminders of his general failure to accomplish anything from his head. And then he does his best to flatten the half-dried disarray for reasons he can't quantify, though no amount of smoothing or tousling will get the entirety of the mess to organize itself. Daniel gives it up as a lost cause, carefully folding the towel and leaving it next to the sink before packing his sopping clothes in with the rest of his luggage. It might soak through the entirety of his wardrobe by tomorrow, but there really isn't much to be done about that.
He exits the bathroom at last, warm and clean and dry for what feels like the first time in weeks. It probably has been weeks.
"Thanks," he says, feeling a lot more confident now that his appearance isn't reminiscent of a wet dog. And, hey, he can even smell coffee. The day that had begun so horribly is starting to improve, which gives Daniel enough of a reason to smile faintly at Seth in gratitude.