He accepts the brush with a small, slightly self-conscious smile but waits until Seth has left the room before he starts attacking the hair that's begun to dry in awkward clumps. Daniel's been told he should get it cut, at least trim it to a more manageable length, but he simply never got around to it. And now, well. Haircuts are the least of his problems.

He's managed to get it into a less chaotic order by the time Seth's returned, now able to return to sipping absently at his coffee.

"Yeah, um," Daniel says, looking up as his impromptu savior re-enters the room. "I am now. Thanks. Well, again. You know." He offers a tiny shrug that doesn't really know what it wants to be.