The last time he'd been here, Daniel had looked worse for the ware. This time around? Like he's slept decently, the dark circles faint, and well fed. Still staring at the fire for a bit, but more so out of trying to figure out why this was familiar at first, and what the faint recollections of a cabin surrounded by woods was all about.
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In the end, he supposes it doesn't matter.
"Back here again..."