[ He doesn't seem like the hunting type, Daryl had of course not needed that confirmed for him, but a second later he can almost hear the sound of a record scratching -- that's how obviously Jesse does a double-take beside him.
He feels a little self-conscious stab in his chest, something that he'd thought he'd left behind a long time ago. Other people's opinions of him, assumptions. It's uncomfortable, unbalancing. He knows what he looks like, but does he need to be reminded? ]
What? You got somethin' to say about it?
[ It's only a little accusing. Mostly he sounds disappointed, though he can't get a handle on the feeling. Maybe he's even a shade of hurt. ]
I spend plenty of time alone. [ He shrugs, watching the street instead of Jesse now. ] It's nice.
wheeze that was so ic of him
He feels a little self-conscious stab in his chest, something that he'd thought he'd left behind a long time ago. Other people's opinions of him, assumptions. It's uncomfortable, unbalancing. He knows what he looks like, but does he need to be reminded? ]
What? You got somethin' to say about it?
[ It's only a little accusing. Mostly he sounds disappointed, though he can't get a handle on the feeling. Maybe he's even a shade of hurt. ]
I spend plenty of time alone. [ He shrugs, watching the street instead of Jesse now. ] It's nice.