[ Okay, he actually wasn't expecting the hug for some reason. Daryl grunts at being suddenly pulled into it but he instantly tries to account for Felipe's wounded side by putting no pressure on it. That leaves them slightly unbalanced on the roof and Daryl has to put a hand down on the shingles, leaving just one arm to hang awkwardly by his side at first, confused. ]

You don't-- like I said, man. You ain't gotta be sorry. I owe you.

[ So he finally wraps his other arm around Felipe, returning the gesture of the hug with a dose of thanks. ]

You... stopped me, is what y'did. From hurtin' anyone else.