Daryl grunted in agreement, extracting himself and jerking his head in a sheepish nod, his eyes cast downward.

His jaw worked as he chewed at the inside of his cheek, a nervous habit he'd had since he was a kid, but hardly seemed to notice himself doing.

"Yeah, alright," he mumbled, busying himself with sitting astride the bike. The engine growled, and he flipped on the bright headlamp, waiting for Theon to get secure on the seat behind him before heading off down the road.