"Jesus," Daryl murmured, smirking as he kneaded at the other man's calf, eyes bright with amusement. It wasn't much of a knot, but Daryl worked at the muscle all the same. Theon seemed more relaxed than he'd been in all the time Daryl had known him, so he was well aware that this was as much an excuse to get their hands on each other as anything else.

The cabin was quiet and safe, in a way he struggled to trust. It sparked an old itch in him, but there was nothing out there to search for. Nothing in this world for him, except for what he could find within those walls.

He wasn't sure they needed to keep looking for excuses.