[ He's relieved when the blade disappears and he exhales, glad the moment isn't any more difficult to navigate than it appears on the surface. He understands what she meant by it. Perhaps even why she felt she had to do it.
But it means they're okay, there's something still friendly and salvageable here, and Daryl finds himself wishing he could do what he always does when he's reunited with a friend - he wishes he could hug her.
He doesn't. Not after what happened, he doesn't want to touch her in that way, doesn't want her to get the wrong idea. But no words of apology seem like enough. She's right, they mean nothing, so instead of trying he just reaches with one hand out to touch her shoulder, then her face. Her hair. Almost as if confirming she's there. ]
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But it means they're okay, there's something still friendly and salvageable here, and Daryl finds himself wishing he could do what he always does when he's reunited with a friend - he wishes he could hug her.
He doesn't. Not after what happened, he doesn't want to touch her in that way, doesn't want her to get the wrong idea. But no words of apology seem like enough. She's right, they mean nothing, so instead of trying he just reaches with one hand out to touch her shoulder, then her face. Her hair. Almost as if confirming she's there. ]
You're convincin', you know that?