[ It's like following an excited kid downstairs and out the door and Daryl is struck silent by the sheer difference between this young man and the one he'd met on their first day in the woods. The one that had shaken and cried and clung to him, who had smelled like the world had forgotten him. Something soft in his chest aches when he thinks about it so he pushes it away once they're outside in the sun.

It isn't an accident, he thinks, Jesse bouncing back like this. He's a survivor.

But of a different type from Daryl, evidently. That's also been clear from the very start. ]

You don't know the first thing 'bout huntin', do you?

[ But there's such fondness in the question because Daryl knows what the offer really is. He wants to do what Daryl wants to do. It's sweet. It scares him a little. ]

I dunno. [ He hesitates, not sure if he wants to admit what he'd really like to do. ] I saw a place that looked like it was full of books.