"Okay." He deposits the wet bundle into the basket with more care than is particularly necessary - really, he is handling a small pile of wet clothes, not a priceless Ancient Egyptian artifact - and stacks his luggage carefully in one corner of the room, pausing to swipe at the wet bangs that have already begun to flop in front of his eyes.

The smell of coffee demands Daniel's attention. Now that he's no longer preoccupied, he can sip at the mug and sigh appreciatively. This is much better than the café stuff.

"Thank you." Despite all the times he's already said it to Seth today, he feels like it's necessary. This is the most kindness anyone's showed him in days, weeks even.