[ Daryl understands the softness of the tone. It makes him press his callused palm to Gabe's stomach more firmly, in turn pulling him against his own firm chest a little bit more. He can smell that hint of loneliness that's settling over their conversation, though he isn't completely sure if it's coming from Gabe alone.
Daryl knows loneliness better than almost everyone. But there isn't room for it within the pack. ]
You miss 'em?
[ For most people who'd just said something like that, he wouldn't need to ask. But he doesn't know much about Gabe other than his fierce independence. ]
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Daryl knows loneliness better than almost everyone. But there isn't room for it within the pack. ]
You miss 'em?
[ For most people who'd just said something like that, he wouldn't need to ask. But he doesn't know much about Gabe other than his fierce independence. ]