( The look Daryl gives her says he's got feelings about that door, but he doesn't bother to give them a voice. Instead, he follows her around the space as she points out different things that need to be worked on, mentally making a list of what might be easier, what kind of equipment they might need.
It ain't gonna be cheap, something he realizes before she even mentions money. And when she does, he sighs and nods his understanding. And he surprises himself when he offers a low, grumbled, ) Never thought I'd miss a world full of damn walkers, but at least I didn't have to pay for shit. ( No, not having to wonder about a paycheck or how much shit cost had been a weird but loved perk of a zombie apocalypse.
But he he does turn to face her fully, regarding her critically. )
I'll see what I can do. Plenty of shit out there I can get so you don't gotta keep doing that.
( He's done worse for money, but that doesn't mean he wants people out there fighting for some damn cash. )
[ Walkers. It's a new word, and sounded heavy. She puts her own things down - a handy multi-tool she'd been using to fix a couple of tricky cabinet doors - ready to ask more about walkers, but he's already moved on to something that makes her frown. ]
Don't gotta keep doing what, exactly? The Dome? [ Her hands find her hips. ] Why not?
( Daryl knows that posture. That tone. He's seen it from Carol, from Maggie, from Beth. He's guessing he hit a nerve.
He sighs as he takes a step closer, reaching out to pick up the multi-tool, and rolling it from one hand to the other as he looks down at his hands. It's an excuse not to have to look at her for a minute. )
Yeah, the Dome. ( His jaw flexes, and he does look up from behind messy bangs after a moment. ) You're just doin' it for the money, right? The more I can find, the less money you gotta make. No reason to be fuckin' around with that if you don't have to.
( And maybe she can sense it through their bond - the quiet worry he feels imagining her in the Dome, fighting someone with a power like hers or stronger. What might happen to her. He's seen what people will do for money, and it ain't pretty. )
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It ain't gonna be cheap, something he realizes before she even mentions money. And when she does, he sighs and nods his understanding. And he surprises himself when he offers a low, grumbled, ) Never thought I'd miss a world full of damn walkers, but at least I didn't have to pay for shit. ( No, not having to wonder about a paycheck or how much shit cost had been a weird but loved perk of a zombie apocalypse.
But he he does turn to face her fully, regarding her critically. )
I'll see what I can do. Plenty of shit out there I can get so you don't gotta keep doing that.
( He's done worse for money, but that doesn't mean he wants people out there fighting for some damn cash. )
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Don't gotta keep doing what, exactly? The Dome? [ Her hands find her hips. ] Why not?
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He sighs as he takes a step closer, reaching out to pick up the multi-tool, and rolling it from one hand to the other as he looks down at his hands. It's an excuse not to have to look at her for a minute. )
Yeah, the Dome. ( His jaw flexes, and he does look up from behind messy bangs after a moment. ) You're just doin' it for the money, right? The more I can find, the less money you gotta make. No reason to be fuckin' around with that if you don't have to.
( And maybe she can sense it through their bond - the quiet worry he feels imagining her in the Dome, fighting someone with a power like hers or stronger. What might happen to her. He's seen what people will do for money, and it ain't pretty. )