[ Daryl's head snaps around on his neck when he hears the door open, the simple sound such an incredible relief that he actually says a silent prayer of thanks to anything that might be paying attention. Whatever the fuck this place wanted from them, it seems to have gotten it. Hell certainly knows how to read them by now. It knows the sort of pain they can't just take like soldiers.
And it's going to linger again. He can tell right away.
Gabe is suddenly wiping at his face and Daryl wants to help him but refrains. He'd want to handle that himself in Gabe's place, too. He doesn't let go of him though and when Gabe presses their foreheads together, Daryl nods in answer. ]
Any time.
[ This place isn't going to win. He'll be the rock he has to be because it's the only thing that makes him feel steady. It's the only thing that keeps him strong. ]
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And it's going to linger again. He can tell right away.
Gabe is suddenly wiping at his face and Daryl wants to help him but refrains. He'd want to handle that himself in Gabe's place, too. He doesn't let go of him though and when Gabe presses their foreheads together, Daryl nods in answer. ]
Any time.
[ This place isn't going to win. He'll be the rock he has to be because it's the only thing that makes him feel steady. It's the only thing that keeps him strong. ]
C'mon. Before they change their minds, huh?