"Yeah. Sure."

In case you're wondering, that's an affirmative. An okay, if you will. Sitting down was plan B, after all.

Philip helpfully offers to hook arms for the greater good of maintaining Daniel's not-end-up-on-his-arse streak. He looks towards the lounge and--

What the hell? was a lounge, only seconds ago!

Right. Okay. There's some

He grits his teeth and looks past Daniel's shoulder, back to where they sat earlier,

"You fucking--"

Philip bites his lip. No hissing at the alien virus in his head while in company. Utterly wankered company, but company all the same.

He takes a sharp breath.

"Over there okay?"

He attempts to turn Daniel carefully, steering him towards... a comfortable sofa and a few armchairs or a lovely yucca plant.