What happens next is not completely apparent to him, at least not immediately, but the room stretches out in an undulating ripple and he reaches forward out of instinct and the end result is an utterly unintentional, seemingly well-planned and well-executed endeavor to catch the incoming consciousness in a flawless bridal carry.

"Hi," says Daniel, mildly taken aback and entirely pleasant.

He sets the other man down, which is much less difficult than he'd have assumed it would be, seeing as the man both weighs very little and neither of them are, strictly speaking, corporeal.

"Sorry," he says, eyebrows knitting together. "You just seemed to be - falling. I thought I could help."