Seth nods vaguely at the question. It's all, you know, indeed. Daniel is neither mad nor upset nor showing any signs of feeling like has has actually been forced into something he didn't want, apart from the whole pervasive awkwardness that seems to fill the room. So it probably is okay.

This thought finally allows him to rally into something vaguely resembling normalcy once Daniel changes the subject to the food. Whatever normal is in this situation.

"Uh, yeah, yeah they have good stuff there," he says, gesturing vaguely at the bag. "Um, go ahead and help yourself, I..." He turns towards the kitchen and opens the ancient fridge, peering inside. "I have orange juice and coke and, and water, I guess. And beer."

As much as he feels like he needs to take a deep breath and relax right now, he's not entirely sure if lowered inhibitions would be the best plan, considering what he did while he was sober.