"Well that's, that's good then. That's good we got that covered." Which they did. Quite, well, quite personally and quite somatically. There's no really denying that.

Now that Daniel's stomach isn't tying itself into pretzel-shaped contortions in a fit of nerves, he feels internally adjusted enough to finish his dinner. He draws his hand back a little reluctantly to do just that, but he shoots a grateful look at Seth over the retrieved box of Thai to ensure he doesn't interpret that as anything other than strict necessity.