"He's still in charge, though," Daryl replied, eyebrows raising as he cast a glance over his shoulder at Jesus. Then he shook his head. Men like Gregory didn't deserve to be running things. Had no real sense in their heads. But these weren't his people and he wasn't trying to make them into that.
"Your man, the one we rescued, he doing okay?" It'd been about a week. Guy was probably shook up, but Daryl hoped that was it.
"He sure is." Things will even out, he thinks. Eventually. Better odds of it in more relative safety: easier for someone more suited to step up without all of that hanging over them like dark grey clouds.
"He's doing better. He still has a ways to go, but for now... better." That much makes him smile a little. "It'll just take some time, I think. Some take longer than others, but he's a tough guy."
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"Your man, the one we rescued, he doing okay?" It'd been about a week. Guy was probably shook up, but Daryl hoped that was it.
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"He's doing better. He still has a ways to go, but for now... better." That much makes him smile a little. "It'll just take some time, I think. Some take longer than others, but he's a tough guy."