Daniel accepted Vlad's opinion of Vaughn as fact. Shock, and stress, especially in these excessive amounts, made him even more pliable than alcoholism had. Later he might recover his full senses and go back to blaming Vaughn for everything until it was disproved, but right now he nodded and seemed relieved, to what extent he managed to emote anything.
"But it was just a list," Daniel said, looking, for the first time, like he was in serious danger of crumpling where he stood. Daniel found support from no more than five people in his life, and two of them had bled on his couch in the last seventy-two hours. At Vlad's mention of Ella, though, he visibly pulled himself together, drank about a half of the water, and then turned with soldier's precision and carried it into the living room.