Grunting in the affirmative, Daryl rolled Theon over onto his back, crawling half across him to get into the bedside drawer and root around. Coming up triumphant with a bottle of slick, he passed it over, his mouth bunched up to try and keep the reigns on a grin he knew would've been absolutely ridiculous.

It was like a damn teenager, full of nerves and excitement, and if it wasn't the best goddamn feeling in the world.