[ Doing a job, looking after someone, being paid attention to; it's all working on Daryl in a way he doesn't understand but can't feel confused about. For maybe the first time since arriving, whether from a drug or not, he feels complete like he had at home. He feels needed.

But he doesn't like being asked to think about other things and he rumbles out a growl of an answer, unaware he's scowling. ]

...This mornin'. I woke up, and... I can smell everythin'. Hear everythin'. All at once. [ It's been far from pleasant or easy to control, but it's been a sick thrill all the same. ] I can smell what you ate this mornin'.

[ He slows so Gabe knocks into him, then turns and leans in obviously to smell him like a dog. ]

I can smell what you're feelin'. It's fuckin' wild.