Frustrated with themselves for different reasons. Daryl has plenty of moments of berating himself for not being normal about everything, of being aware Paul is sidestepping his own desire in favor of Daryl's comfort, and it makes him feel-- well, he's not sure. 'Inadequate' seems like too trivial, textbook of a word, when the reality is something more 'like everything about him is defective and abnormal, should perhaps just give up on this out of sheer embarrassment'. And yet he knows Paul wouldn't let him do that. He knows Paul wouldn't let him try to just 'rip the bandaid off' either.

Daryl is distracted too, this morning.

"Ayup."

All he has to do is shove his boots on before heading outside - clothes mussed from sleep and sporting bed-hair actually puts him looking about average, considering his normal appearance. This is good. Getting a breather in the cold morning air, taking stock of what's going on. Gives them both a minute and-- no, best not to think too hard about that, or he'll end up guilting himself. (If we survive this...) No sign of Rick, which is suspicious, but oh well.

He'd expected to have to put breakfast together himself, but someone's taken up the cause of spoiling Maggie again (good), so Daryl finds himself returning to the trailer with apple French toast with fried eggs. He grunts a 'hello' as he toes the door open.