Unfortunately, Daniel doesn't let him enjoy the peace and quiet for long.
He probably feels him before he sees him, Daniel's mind a quietly simmering pot. He's doing well to keep actual worded thoughts from projecting -- and, probably, from letting the others feel his anxiety, though the distance also probably helps with that -- but he is anxious. It's written near-plainly on his face, too, when he rounds the corner and finds Merritt sitting in a lounge chair. It also twists with something like relief when he sees him, though it's quick to snap back into place. It feels almost like stage fright, and Daniel carries it with him as he beelines for him.
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He probably feels him before he sees him, Daniel's mind a quietly simmering pot. He's doing well to keep actual worded thoughts from projecting -- and, probably, from letting the others feel his anxiety, though the distance also probably helps with that -- but he is anxious. It's written near-plainly on his face, too, when he rounds the corner and finds Merritt sitting in a lounge chair. It also twists with something like relief when he sees him, though it's quick to snap back into place. It feels almost like stage fright, and Daniel carries it with him as he beelines for him.
"Merritt, hey." A beat. "You got a second?"