"S'good." Better is a step in the right direction, and all anyone can ask for. Daryl leans in and nudges their foreheads together in a move that might almost be cuddling if he had a bit more finesse. He's being more affectionate than usual, but not only has Jesus been gone for nearly a week, The L Word happened. Daryl is still processing a lot of that, but even so, he can't fight the overwhelming desire to just be here with the other man. What's it going to look like when they leave this room? Is shit going to be different? Probably not, he thinks. But it still feels alien.

Not in a bad way.

Anyway, hopefully Jesus wasn't in a hurry to get up, or anything, because Daryl isn't letting him escape for a bit.