Theon lets his hand drop from Daryl's side as he moves, far too distracted by the idea of Daryl going to look for him, among others, making that same connection-- how they'd just left. And he doesn't feel guilty, even if for a moment he wants to, thinks he should. No, all he can think about in that next moment is what it would feel like to kiss Daryl, pull him down and kiss him.

It's such a clear, strong picture that he's not sure what to do with it. Up until now, it had been stupid yearning that stayed much more vague.

"Thank you," he says, his voice slightly hoarse.