Seth gets them both some water, and gratefully he's even got ice cubes, since the plumbing system at this place doesn't seem to remember how to make properly cold water, except in the winter, but then it's the hot water that's the problem.

He turns back towards the couch area in time to see Daniel quite obviously enjoying the food, and he smiles a little. God, he's been there. A few times too many, really, so he's glad he's able to help Daniel in this situation.

Setting the glasses on the table, Seth returns to his seat on the couch, being perhaps a little overly conscious of not sitting too close or too far away from Daniel. His mind keeps flashing back to before the doorbell rang, and he flexes his fingers a little, like he can still feel Daniel's hair between them. Then he reaches forward purposefully, digging into the food, trying not to think about how he's replacing the taste of Daniel's mouth with the taste of curry.