[ The silence feels like a sliver of shade and Daryl is able to collect himself again in it as they walk. He knows he's being stared at, he can feel that burning into him at least, but still, Jesse just lets it be and that lets Daryl take a breath. Remember where he is, where they are, and all the dire weight that's connected to that. It's enough to shake the ache of the past out of him for the moment.
Enough that when Jesse points out the bookstore, he actually feels a flare of interest. It's the same place he remembers seeing and he holds the door for Jesse, comfortable enough with the businesses here that he doesn't feel the need to check for safety. But he slouches when they enter, instantly more aware of himself and making himself smaller without realizing he's doing it. The feeling of not belonging in a place like this hits him like humidity.
He lowers his voice, looking around like someone might kick him out. ]
I've never been inside before.
[ No time, no point, he'd told himself. Now he's surprised to think of all the books that have been sitting here all this time, holding information that could be important. ]
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Enough that when Jesse points out the bookstore, he actually feels a flare of interest. It's the same place he remembers seeing and he holds the door for Jesse, comfortable enough with the businesses here that he doesn't feel the need to check for safety. But he slouches when they enter, instantly more aware of himself and making himself smaller without realizing he's doing it. The feeling of not belonging in a place like this hits him like humidity.
He lowers his voice, looking around like someone might kick him out. ]
I've never been inside before.
[ No time, no point, he'd told himself. Now he's surprised to think of all the books that have been sitting here all this time, holding information that could be important. ]