[ When Gabe snaps at him, something like confidence blooms for a moment in Darylโs chest. It feels better to be told. He canโt imagine what it must feel like for Gabe - what the compulsion must be telling him. Heโd promised him he wouldnโt make him beg. ]
Alright.
[ A shift on the bed as Daryl turns one shoulder towards Gabe and brings his hands up. Fists loose but poised. ]
Cโmon, then. Tryโn hit me. Get a one-two in, if you can.
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Alright.
[ A shift on the bed as Daryl turns one shoulder towards Gabe and brings his hands up. Fists loose but poised. ]
Cโmon, then. Tryโn hit me. Get a one-two in, if you can.