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A soft laugh escaped him as he stared off. ❝ Good question– would you believe me if I told you that I didn’t know??❞ Paul knew that kind of answer wouldn’t fly; still, he struggled to explain the reasoning behind his hesitance, even when it came to Daryl. With a heavy sigh, ❝ I could tell you a thousand, maybe even a million different things, but …in truth, I think it’s just me. I have a bit of a knack for losing good things–❞ he finally met the other’s gaze, ❝ –good people. Especially by my own doing. I don’t want that.❞
Daryl looked away once those blue hues met his own, clearing his throat as he focused on something else, thinking of how to respond. "I get that," He murmured, his voice still rough, even when he tried to keep it.. gentler. "'Fraid that's gonna happen with-" He stopped himself. With me? "With the Alexandrian's? 'Cause it ain't. Ya ain't gotta worry about that. We all got our.. We don’t give up on people that easy. You’re stuck with us, like it or not, now.”















