The ride back to Theon's was quiet and uneventful, Daryl weaving through the scarce traffic of the city, before turning off onto the rarely traveled road leading out to his small strip of beach.
Dog wasn't there to greet them, and Daryl felt a slight pang of guilt at having left him back at the apartment, but he knew that the old mutt would be fine.
Killing the engine, he waited for Theon to get to his feet before slipping off the bike himself.
"Come on," he muttered, on his way up to Theon's front door. "We'll get you cleaned up."
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Date: 2020-11-10 07:29 pm (UTC)Dog wasn't there to greet them, and Daryl felt a slight pang of guilt at having left him back at the apartment, but he knew that the old mutt would be fine.
Killing the engine, he waited for Theon to get to his feet before slipping off the bike himself.
"Come on," he muttered, on his way up to Theon's front door. "We'll get you cleaned up."