No way is he just going to let Seth stand there - Daniel immediately shifts over absently. There's enough room on this sprawling cushion of an armchair for the both of them. Why, it's almost a loveseat.

"No," he says easily, very carefully choosing not to think of the scattered, actually halfway pleasant dreams he's had since his arrival. It's a sticky topic still, bounced around sporadically in his subconscious without any rhyme or reason. "Which makes this one even better, I guess. In its own way. Anticipation and, and whatnot."

That - he - that didn't even make a little sense.