He thinks about saying something. Something honest, but does he have anything honest that isn't bleak, or ugly? Does Paul even give a shit about his life before? ... Does Daryl give a shit about his? Fuck knows the kind of people he's encountered has taught him that there's more 'bad' in the world than just the kind he lived with.

No. He doesn't care. He cares about now.

No talking just yet. Daryl kisses him again and keeps on kissing him. Until their mouths are almost bruised and there's sweat clinging to hairlines and temples and-- until they should stop. Because, practically, there just isn't time, even if they weren't moving at this slow pace. Daryl presses their foreheads together, just breathing.