[ When the girl - no, the thing - latches onto the other guy, Daniel is half tempted to swat it away. It just doesn't feel good to watch that being touch him, something about it beyond uncomfortable, straight into unsettling. It can't be good for him to have that being touching him.

But Daniel does realise doing that might just make things worse. Whatever this being is, he knows so little about it, other than the fact that it's apparently capable of latching onto people and taking on a shape that is familiar to them. Daniel has no idea if it's capable of lashing out, and in which ways.

And the last thing he wants to do is put either of their lives on the line here, nor the lives of anyone else at this bar.

So Daniel watches, frowning, a little tense - though he's relieved to hear Mike admit that last part himself. Like he's pulling himself out of the claws of that being. ]

It must have latched onto you. [ He instead slowly says, trying to continue to look at Mike, rather than at the faceless girl. A part of Daniel is too worried about it noticing the pain and longing in his own heart, and he won't let this thing have even a single part of Sam. ] Like it felt what you were missing, and then took on your daughter's form to...

[ .. his voice trails off. ]

Who even knows.

[ Who even knows what things do here. Probably something bad. Maybe it would have clung onto Mike like this until it drained his life. It's still here right now, after all, like it's unwilling to fully give up. ]

But it can't be good to let her stick around.