He nods breathlessly, lets Seth take care of that, that will be fine. Daniel needs a minute anyway. He just needs to. Well. Sort through it.
Right now sorting through it entails Daniel flopping back against Seth's couch and hunching up his shoulders as he releases a long, unsteady whoosh of breath. He doesn't know why his heart is hammering the way it is or why he's still so incredibly nervous except that this is all relatively new material for him. A single relationship that lasted for two months hardly qualifies Daniel for "experienced" in that realm.
Except - god, maybe he's reading this all wrong. He's miserable at interpreting subtleties in these types of situations, he really is. But one kiss on a couch of a guy he only just met isn't statistically likely to lead to "relationship." That's not typically how these things are approached. Daniel knows enough about relationships, or lack thereof, to know that. And, well. He bites his lip, fiddles with the threadbare hem of his shirt, and wonders if Seth is looking to go past physical and into, well, more intensively physical. Daniel's not particularly averse to that but he's not very enthused about the possibility either, and he knows that he is simply not very good at it. That's been made very obvious in the past and he has no particular care for it but that doesn't mean Seth doesn't.
Hence the dilemma. Well, one dilemma of many.
And yes, Daniel had reciprocated for reasons he can't fully explain to himself even though he'd had no idea what he was doing and he's certain that came across quite clearly. But why? He can't say that he kissed Seth back simply because it seemed like the thing to do, can he? Except that it had. And he had. So. Dilemma Number Two. And the list goes on.
For the sake of the material integrity his shirt, Daniel stops himself before he can go through each individual bullet point on the mental list that's rapidly unfurling. It's not like he has a lot of shirts.
The reopening of the door thankfully disrupts that train of thought but the confusion only doubles when Seth makes that utter non sequitur of a pronouncement, bizarrely apologetic.
"Uh," says Daniel, scrambling to recollect himself and work out what, exactly, it is that Seth is sorry for. "You're forgiven. For, um. Whatever it is you did?"
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Right now sorting through it entails Daniel flopping back against Seth's couch and hunching up his shoulders as he releases a long, unsteady whoosh of breath. He doesn't know why his heart is hammering the way it is or why he's still so incredibly nervous except that this is all relatively new material for him. A single relationship that lasted for two months hardly qualifies Daniel for "experienced" in that realm.
Except - god, maybe he's reading this all wrong. He's miserable at interpreting subtleties in these types of situations, he really is. But one kiss on a couch of a guy he only just met isn't statistically likely to lead to "relationship." That's not typically how these things are approached. Daniel knows enough about relationships, or lack thereof, to know that. And, well. He bites his lip, fiddles with the threadbare hem of his shirt, and wonders if Seth is looking to go past physical and into, well, more intensively physical. Daniel's not particularly averse to that but he's not very enthused about the possibility either, and he knows that he is simply not very good at it. That's been made very obvious in the past and he has no particular care for it but that doesn't mean Seth doesn't.
Hence the dilemma. Well, one dilemma of many.
And yes, Daniel had reciprocated for reasons he can't fully explain to himself even though he'd had no idea what he was doing and he's certain that came across quite clearly. But why? He can't say that he kissed Seth back simply because it seemed like the thing to do, can he? Except that it had. And he had. So. Dilemma Number Two. And the list goes on.
For the sake of the material integrity his shirt, Daniel stops himself before he can go through each individual bullet point on the mental list that's rapidly unfurling. It's not like he has a lot of shirts.
The reopening of the door thankfully disrupts that train of thought but the confusion only doubles when Seth makes that utter non sequitur of a pronouncement, bizarrely apologetic.
"Uh," says Daniel, scrambling to recollect himself and work out what, exactly, it is that Seth is sorry for. "You're forgiven. For, um. Whatever it is you did?"