[ Daryl looks like he's run a marathon. And fought a bear. And like he's already heard from Quentin's teacher. His expression wilts; he's just a guy, he's still learning, don't be mad. ] I'm sorry. Sorry, he's always got...just one more.

[ He drops his bag next to the wood pile, scrubbing his eyes with both palms. ] I owe you. For all this. I don't know if it's helping, I don't--I just need a couple more days.