[ Praise, acknowledgment - it all runs straight down Daryl's spine and pools there as a dangerous feeling of anticipation. The physical closeness that Daryl would otherwise never allow himself to indulge in is working on his instinct to bond like a match to tinder and maybe that's why when they reach the gates of the gardens and the rich, green smells take over, Daryl heads straight to what can only be called a nest.
It's the place he's been sleeping since they arrived here, the closest he's been to feeling like he's home since getting to Hell. It's set into a thick crop of bushes and once Daryl stops in front of it, bending to lift away the branches that obscure the entrance, he rises again right up into Gabe's space and nudges his ear with his nose. ]
The tunnel ain't long. You'll have to use your hands to feel your way.
[ At least the vegetation he's found to lay down as bedding and to cushion the way in is fragrant and soft. This isn't the first time he's built something like this. ]
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It's the place he's been sleeping since they arrived here, the closest he's been to feeling like he's home since getting to Hell. It's set into a thick crop of bushes and once Daryl stops in front of it, bending to lift away the branches that obscure the entrance, he rises again right up into Gabe's space and nudges his ear with his nose. ]
The tunnel ain't long. You'll have to use your hands to feel your way.
[ At least the vegetation he's found to lay down as bedding and to cushion the way in is fragrant and soft. This isn't the first time he's built something like this. ]