𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇 ;

[dadyl]

𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃. / 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴. / 𝚅𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙾. / 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.

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[yeahmagnets]

[ Jesse tilts his head like a confused dog when Daryl points to his chest, but then he asks if he's breathing okay and he furrows his brows, gingerly taking a deep breath like he's afraid it'll hurt. It doesn't, and he sighs in relief that he can finally take in a breath without feeling like he'll cough up his own organs. ]

Yeah--yeah, I can breathe okay now.

[ Jesse's still coming out of the fog, but he's conscious enough to know that when he asked Daryl to say, he'd meant it. It wasnt something that would suddenly go away once the cobwebs clear from his head. If anything, feeling so vulnerable makes him crave company rather than a desire to hide away and stick it out on his own like some others might feel. Jesse does better with company. Sometimes because it's a distraction from his own thoughts, and other times because it just feels good to have a physical reminder that he doesn't have to go through the hard shit alone. Not here, anyway. ]

Yeah...can you? [ Jesse looks to Daryl with those big eyes, a sudden fear rising in him that he'll say no even if he hasn't given any indication that he's trying to get up and leave. ]

Please?

[ Jesse tacks on the word suddenly, as a wave of pain rocks through him, muscles cramping up briefly]

Ah, fuck...

[ He hisses through it, rubbing at one of his arms, trying to ease away the soreness even though it probably won't help. It seems like these things just have to run their course. ]

We can talk, but...I mean, we don't have to. It's enough just knowing you're here...

[ A piece of him wonders if he should feel embarrassed for admitting that out loud, but he doesn't. It doesn't feel wrong to be truthful with Daryl. It feels like the right thing to do. ]