Hey, but at least Rashad seems more at ease, almost happier. That kind of makes it worth it. Daniel quirks the corners of his projection's mouth into a smile, pleased to have, well, succeeded in actually doing something. Maybe here, like this - he actually turn what he is toward something good. Something helpful.

The tingle of another presence brushing at his doesn't go unnoticed, and he looks at Rashad sharply. He's grateful he remembers how to smooth his edges into something less easily penetrable should the man get overly curious, but there's no denying or concealing what he is. It's too bright and too brazen, just on principle.

"You're something I haven't seen before," Daniel admits, trying and failing to push his manifestation's hands into its pockets. Self-interaction needs work, apparently. "Though I am kind of getting used to seeing things more how they are." Rather than the illusion of humanity so many of them seem skilled at projecting.