The relief surges up so great at all of it, the way he kicks off his own boots to join Daryl's, the way the cool darkness in the little house wraps around him in an entirely different way that the darkness outside, the surety of Daryl's instructions. Catching sight of the sheer amount of blood on his shirt, he pulls it up and off, just a bit gingerly.
It's so quiet, his windows open just enough that there's the soft, comforting roar of the sea.
He thinks he'll be tired, very soon, but he feels almost serene as he sits down on the toilet lid, tipping his head for Daryl to see properly. Could also be the head wound, though. "Think it needs stitches?" he murmurs, not really wanting to disrupt the strange sense of peace.
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Date: 2020-11-17 03:10 am (UTC)It's so quiet, his windows open just enough that there's the soft, comforting roar of the sea.
He thinks he'll be tired, very soon, but he feels almost serene as he sits down on the toilet lid, tipping his head for Daryl to see properly. Could also be the head wound, though. "Think it needs stitches?" he murmurs, not really wanting to disrupt the strange sense of peace.