2004. So, anywhere between just under two years or almost no time at all before Daniel fell through the Rift, depending what time of year it is now and what it was when Daniel fell through -- will be when... But then, if Seth met Daniel in his past, then Daniel would know Seth, wouldn't he? So maybe this isn't the same Daniel. Or maybe -- who knows? Seth sure doesn't.
He doesn't know what Daniel's looking for, so he keeps a lookout while Daniel rummages around, though he makes sure not to let him completely out of his sight or too far away to reach him in time, should something happen. He suddenly becomes more aware of what he's wearing, and remembers his shirt has been open this entire time, so he reaches up to button it. He fumbles a little, but his hands aren't shaking as much as they were earlier.
When he realises what Daniel was looking for, he is immensely grateful. "Thanks," he says, taking them from him and brushing off his feet a bit before putting them on. They're a little tight, but it's a far cry better than being barefoot. Hopefully now they can move a bit quicker too, and maybe he looks a little bit less like he's just rolled out of bed. Although the dust and dirt that covers them both probably does that well enough.
In this process, he also suddenly realises that he can't feel the weight of the gun anymore. He feels for it, but there's nothing there. He realises he must've lost it before Daniel rammed into him, or he's pretty sure he would've felt landing on it. It probably happened while Daniel was practically dragging him along. Seth hadn't been aware enough to notice then.
"I.. I've lost the gun," he tells Daniel self-consciously. Not that he had any intention on using it, but he feels guilty for losing it.
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He doesn't know what Daniel's looking for, so he keeps a lookout while Daniel rummages around, though he makes sure not to let him completely out of his sight or too far away to reach him in time, should something happen. He suddenly becomes more aware of what he's wearing, and remembers his shirt has been open this entire time, so he reaches up to button it. He fumbles a little, but his hands aren't shaking as much as they were earlier.
When he realises what Daniel was looking for, he is immensely grateful. "Thanks," he says, taking them from him and brushing off his feet a bit before putting them on. They're a little tight, but it's a far cry better than being barefoot. Hopefully now they can move a bit quicker too, and maybe he looks a little bit less like he's just rolled out of bed. Although the dust and dirt that covers them both probably does that well enough.
In this process, he also suddenly realises that he can't feel the weight of the gun anymore. He feels for it, but there's nothing there. He realises he must've lost it before Daniel rammed into him, or he's pretty sure he would've felt landing on it. It probably happened while Daniel was practically dragging him along. Seth hadn't been aware enough to notice then.
"I.. I've lost the gun," he tells Daniel self-consciously. Not that he had any intention on using it, but he feels guilty for losing it.