Daniel's just dumped his empty coffee cup in the bin in the corner and has been searching the bedside draws for a paper and pen - he comes up instead with a battered Old Testament, as irony would have it - when he stands up just in time to see Nick leaning against the doorframe, looking a little punch-drunk. Maybe worse. Probably worse. Yeah, worse.

"Uh. Hey. So." He moves closer. "You okay there, buddy?"