You're tellin' me you've been walkin' her for a month and she ain't muddy?
[ It's been soothing, almost, listening to Jesse putter around, describing what he's doing. It's better than the abyss, that's for goddamn certain, so Daryl pushes. Keeps him going. ]
Get cleanin'. Her, then you. Then our place. [ Fond, but then he puts steel in his thoughts. ] Got it?
[ Are dogs even allowed in the bathhouse? But Daryl cuts him off before he can ask, and Jesse bites his tongue, obediently leading her inside. It's not a surprise when Daryl orders him to get cleaned up - obviously, that's what he's here for - but when he tells him that cleaning up the apartment is next, he can't help a little huff of annoyance, only soothed by the way Daryl says our place. It aches a little, hearing him call it that, realizing just how much he misses him.
When he tries to tell him he can't get high, though, Jesse instantly scoffs, dismissive. How the fuck does Daryl think he's managed to survive the last month? ]
Yeah, sure. I'll start going to church on Sundays too.
[ He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't even snap it. Just says it like it's a rule. He's seen the way Jesse gets, when he lets go and just doesn't care. He'd been worried the dog wouldn't help but if Jesse's being truthful, and Daryl thinks he is, then maybe she had kept him from fully bottoming out.
Daryl is going to have fucking words for Gabe for taking him out for a month. He was supposed to be around to keep this from happening.
But he's exhausted. He can't keep this up much longer. ]
[ Daryl doesn't snap at him, the way Mr. White used to, or sound halfway disappointed and half like he's looking for a reason to be disappointed, the way his mom always had. He just says it, matter of fact, not even raising his voice. Like he's not even mad, just explaining the way things are. It leaves Jesse so off-kilter he can't even think about shooting back some smartass retort. He goes through the motions in stunned silence, getting Ginger ready for her bath, until Daryl prompts him for a response. ]
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[ It's been soothing, almost, listening to Jesse putter around, describing what he's doing. It's better than the abyss, that's for goddamn certain, so Daryl pushes. Keeps him going. ]
Get cleanin'. Her, then you. Then our place. [ Fond, but then he puts steel in his thoughts. ] Got it?
An' you're done gettin' high.
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[ Are dogs even allowed in the bathhouse? But Daryl cuts him off before he can ask, and Jesse bites his tongue, obediently leading her inside. It's not a surprise when Daryl orders him to get cleaned up - obviously, that's what he's here for - but when he tells him that cleaning up the apartment is next, he can't help a little huff of annoyance, only soothed by the way Daryl says our place. It aches a little, hearing him call it that, realizing just how much he misses him.
When he tries to tell him he can't get high, though, Jesse instantly scoffs, dismissive. How the fuck does Daryl think he's managed to survive the last month? ]
Yeah, sure. I'll start going to church on Sundays too.
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[ He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't even snap it. Just says it like it's a rule. He's seen the way Jesse gets, when he lets go and just doesn't care. He'd been worried the dog wouldn't help but if Jesse's being truthful, and Daryl thinks he is, then maybe she had kept him from fully bottoming out.
Daryl is going to have fucking words for Gabe for taking him out for a month. He was supposed to be around to keep this from happening.
But he's exhausted. He can't keep this up much longer. ]
Say you understand, Jesse.
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Yeah.
I - I get it.