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[ Lost him. Daryl had mentioned he was looking for him, but somehow Jesse hadn't realized it was that serious. That he was really lost.

He feels like shit immediately, dropping his gaze and nodding quickly when Daryl says he doesn't wanna talk about it. ]

Yeah. Yeah, no problem.

[ But it doesn't seem like enough. His hand twitches, almost like he wants to take Daryl's. Reach for him, try to offer some sort of comfort.

It's a stupid instinct. What kind of comfort could someone like Jesse ever offer? Daryl had lost his brother. ]

I'm sorry, man.

[ He speaks softly, flicking a sorrowful, genuinely regretful look up at Daryl's face. ]

For real.