[ Ah, there he is. Yeah, okay, good timing then. All the murdering done. He instinctively moves to grip Daryl's offered hand but picks the wrong arm out of habit, grimacing at the thought of being pulled up by it and stopping with that nonsense immediately before using his other arm to grasp Daryl's hand and brace himself up to a sitting position. Not to his feet, though. ]
Dead. They're dead. [ It's breathed out of him a little hoarse and he somehow manages a smile although it's a little strained. ] Told you ten minutes was plenty. Just had a little delay in the middle.
[ To get shot. It's actually kind of unclear that he was hit though, what with the gore he's splattered in. Probably his reactions to moving tell that story clear enough. ]
8')
Dead. They're dead. [ It's breathed out of him a little hoarse and he somehow manages a smile although it's a little strained. ] Told you ten minutes was plenty. Just had a little delay in the middle.
[ To get shot. It's actually kind of unclear that he was hit though, what with the gore he's splattered in. Probably his reactions to moving tell that story clear enough. ]