"Ain't worth mentionin'," he mutters, dismissive. Daryl's settled into his bed, ready to stare at the ceiling and wait for the exhaustion to settle in. He feels drained, more than he expected, by this little outburst. He lies down, only to see Beth's eyes still on him, bright and expectant.

Well, shit.

She shifts a little, propping himself up on his elbows. He runs his fingers through his hair, thinking. "Looked like a movie set," he mutters, finally, "or a commercial for computers. You remember?"