"Please," Daniel scoffs. "Do I look like Mister Most Likely to Take a Vacation to you?"

Honestly, he's not sure he ever has taken a real vacation. He's sure Henley pulled him away from his work a time or two, while they were dating that first time, but that was nothing like this. That was dinner or a night out on the town, not days removed from work, not little bungalows on sandy beaches. And that's to say nothing of his family who, well, weren't really the vacationing type, to put it mildly.

For all that it's meant to be a joke, for all that this is just banter, he can't help but make a face at that last thought, as he feels his own mood sour just the tiniest bit. After a beat, too, he mutters, "Sorry."