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[ Okay. This is happening. Gabe feels his shoulders creeping up closer to his ears and forces himself to breathe, to let the tension to. He's close enough that he can find Daryl's arm, curling his hand against it. Normally he's not big on touching people unless it's under terms he can dictate, but needs must and all that. And he knows Daryl, sort of. The dude hasn't stabbed him yet, anyway. They've got something like an understanding. They can work with that, even if Daryl's currently rubbing against him like an overly large cat.

Breathe. Get it done. ]

Focus. Hey, focus.

[ His voice is calm. Steady. ]

Need you to guide me. Put my hand on your elbow and walk a little ahead of me. Can you do that?