[ It's a low hum of agreement because thanks to the warning, Daryl is remembering the last time Gabe had touched his face. It had been Daryl who'd brought his hand there the first time and the memory hasn't faded.
He waits until Gabe has the needle threaded, watching placidly as he works, before reaching for his wrist. Daryl takes it gently and guides it again, turns Gabe's fingers so the tips brush against the wound the arrow had left. ]
Big enough that we didn't have time to explore even half of it.
[ For whatever reason, once Gabe is touching his face, Daryl speaks more softly. He wants to tell Gabe not to come. That he'll have one more person to be worried for.
But he knows that he wouldn't appreciate being told the same, so he doesn't. ]
Don't know why the hell I thought goin' along was a good idea in the first place. [ He's aware he's sulking a little. ] I shoulda never let her come.
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[ It's a low hum of agreement because thanks to the warning, Daryl is remembering the last time Gabe had touched his face. It had been Daryl who'd brought his hand there the first time and the memory hasn't faded.
He waits until Gabe has the needle threaded, watching placidly as he works, before reaching for his wrist. Daryl takes it gently and guides it again, turns Gabe's fingers so the tips brush against the wound the arrow had left. ]
Big enough that we didn't have time to explore even half of it.
[ For whatever reason, once Gabe is touching his face, Daryl speaks more softly. He wants to tell Gabe not to come. That he'll have one more person to be worried for.
But he knows that he wouldn't appreciate being told the same, so he doesn't. ]
Don't know why the hell I thought goin' along was a good idea in the first place. [ He's aware he's sulking a little. ] I shoulda never let her come.