Seth manages to stop his train of thought from going further, from digging himself into an even deeper hole of guilt.

It was. It was very nice apparently. That. Okay.

He takes a moment to let Daniel's words sink in, to realise that what Seth thought, what Seth was afraid of, was in fact not what's happening here. All right. Mutual. Okay. Good.

His brain seems to have overloaded a little bit, having trouble making sentences that are longer than two words after the many emotions he's been racing through over the last several minutes. His feelings aren't exactly clear just now, but at least they're a little calmer, settling in a tangled mess rather than running laps around his brain. Although there is another little squirm in his stomach as he realises Daniel is blushing. That. That takes a moment to absorb as well, to mix in with everything else.

"Oh," he answers finally, and then at last seems to realise he actually left for a reason, so he takes a step forward and sets the bag of Thai on the table.

"Good," he adds, because it is, even if his general state hasn't quite caught up to reflect that he thinks so.