[ As much as the agreement had satisfied Daryl, the little jostle for more space and the refusal to allow Daryl to protect him without caveat makes him bristle. It's like being challenged, something that Daryl has learned over many lessons in the last ten years to just not rise to when it doesn't matter, but now? It feels like all there is.
He steps into Amos's space again, almost instantly retaking the inch or two he'd put between them just because he'd been denied it. This is his territory. His pack, whether this guy wants to be in it or not. It's pack member or threat, as far as Daryl's concerned. ]
You can help.
[ That he'll accept. That makes sense to him now, not the other way around. Daryl is used to being a capable follower, ready to trust the instincts of the leader over his own. Now, the idea makes him want to bite something. Hard. ]
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He steps into Amos's space again, almost instantly retaking the inch or two he'd put between them just because he'd been denied it. This is his territory. His pack, whether this guy wants to be in it or not. It's pack member or threat, as far as Daryl's concerned. ]
You can help.
[ That he'll accept. That makes sense to him now, not the other way around. Daryl is used to being a capable follower, ready to trust the instincts of the leader over his own. Now, the idea makes him want to bite something. Hard. ]