Daryl stares down at Miles in a fair parody of blankness. He's got a fair few opinions on the subject, why he was fighting and where the punch was aimed. Why it was important then, and not now. Life is a balancing act. If there isn't a reason for everything you do, you aren't thinking hard enough.

But instead, he just says, "you got one'a them faces."

It's pretty close to a joke, by Daryl's count. As much as the last few days have been a harrowing, chaotic mess, he's in an excellent mood. Someone he thought was dead, isn't. He's not in prison. Lakshmi isn't dying. Beth is here. All told, Miles has caught Daryl in positively excellent spirits.