[ Gabe stills, one hand inching toward his rifle. An instinct, an old reflex he's happy he doesn't follow through on. Because there's a dog, suddenly. And something like recognition in Daryl's voice before he drops to a knee.
Oh.
Gabe huffs a little, covering his smile with his hand. ]
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Oh.
Gabe huffs a little, covering his smile with his hand. ]
Shit. You know this one?