"Oh. Oh, okay. Sure." That solves the problem of the damp wardrobe. With considerably more cheer than he's moved with all day, Daniel pulls the slightly crumpled, wet garments out from his luggage. "Do you, uh, have a basket or anything? Or should I just...?" He trails off. He doesn't know if that sentence actually had a destiny in mind when it embarked. At least it didn't ramble as so many of his sentences tend to do. Used to tend to do. When he had things to ramble about.

Well, so much for not thinking about his failures.