[ It's more than relief that floods him when she steps into him and wraps her arms around him. It releases the self-hatred he's been carrying with him for days, the fury at himself he hasn't been able to give up since the Duchess had given him back a life.
It's not his life, not anymore, but maybe it doesn't have to be no life, after all. She forgives him. She isn't afraid of him. Daryl wraps his arms around her shoulders and fairly crushes her to his chest, committing to it entirely. He lets his nose tip into her hair and just breathes. ]
I thought you'd hate me.
[ Barely a murmur. They're so close he doesn't have to speak above a whisper. ]
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It's not his life, not anymore, but maybe it doesn't have to be no life, after all. She forgives him. She isn't afraid of him. Daryl wraps his arms around her shoulders and fairly crushes her to his chest, committing to it entirely. He lets his nose tip into her hair and just breathes. ]
I thought you'd hate me.
[ Barely a murmur. They're so close he doesn't have to speak above a whisper. ]