Daryl recognizes that uuughhhhh, but just stays where he is for the time being. Let him drift back off, if he wants to. He keeps on carefully fiddling with his hair - lucky Daryl's pretty good with his hands. (Ha ha.. ha.)

"Mornin', Rapunzel." This is the man you love, apparently. "C'mon, roll over." Daryl nudges him until Jesus cooperates and lies face down - shoves his hair up out of the way somewhat less gracefully than he's been doing for the past while. But then he's up on one elbow and smoothing a hand down Jesus's back, up again, finds what he decides is the right bit, and presses in with his thumb and knuckles to either side of his spine until it pops. He continues on with that, rubbing and finding anything that seems particularly stiff and pressing in until it gives, and then just rubbing gently after.