[ There's a split-second where it looks like he might argue. Instead he nods and takes a step away toward where the bike is hidden. He's about to take another before he turns back, good hand lifting to touch Daryl's shoulder, a ghosting thing that's barely-there. He doesn't say anything, not be careful or even be safe, because they're always careful and there's no such thing as safe.
The touch says enough, anyway. ]
Yeah.
[ In any case he's gone after a moment, trailing carefully off to the bike to A: make sure everything's ready to go and B: actually do what he's told for once. He's favoring his shoulder a little but it's not bad. He'll live. ]
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The touch says enough, anyway. ]
Yeah.
[ In any case he's gone after a moment, trailing carefully off to the bike to A: make sure everything's ready to go and B: actually do what he's told for once. He's favoring his shoulder a little but it's not bad. He'll live. ]