[ There's the lose cadence of a joke in the response he mumbles against Gabe's neck, but it's delivered in a hoarse, rough tone that's coming from someone who isn't used to joking at all. It still isn't that he can't tell that he isn't acting like himself, but the drive to do so just keeps him from caring. ]
M'fine.
[ Though in a very, very distant way, another sign that he'll be feeling more like himself in a few more hours, he knows he won't be. He knows that this has crossed a line that Daryl has kept very stubbornly for years and years. It makes him think, briefly, about getting dressed and finding Gabe's clothes for him, but a little breath of a breeze blowing through the den just makes him drape an arm over the other's damp back instead. ]
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[ There's the lose cadence of a joke in the response he mumbles against Gabe's neck, but it's delivered in a hoarse, rough tone that's coming from someone who isn't used to joking at all. It still isn't that he can't tell that he isn't acting like himself, but the drive to do so just keeps him from caring. ]
M'fine.
[ Though in a very, very distant way, another sign that he'll be feeling more like himself in a few more hours, he knows he won't be. He knows that this has crossed a line that Daryl has kept very stubbornly for years and years. It makes him think, briefly, about getting dressed and finding Gabe's clothes for him, but a little breath of a breeze blowing through the den just makes him drape an arm over the other's damp back instead. ]
Think I hurt you, though. Didn't I?