So, he knows? But he doesn't know enough. That's slowly obvious, from the way Miles doesn't back off. He isn't afraid of Daryl-- well. He isn't afraid of Daryl's illness.
Beth might have spilled the beans, but thank Christ, she didn't spill all of them. This Miles kid isn't a complete idiot. If he knew all the details, he'd be running for the hills, or jumping at the bit to inform on Beth and Daryl both. Depends on what kind of man he is, and Daryl hasn't made up his mind about that yet. It doesn't, honestly, matter.
What matters is, some folk in this camp might know, but they don't know all of it. Daryl lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He steps back, no longer hanging menacingly over Miles. Running a hand over his face-- a pretty obvious tell, one he should really manage better-- he tries to think of what to say.
What is there to say?
"Yeah," he says, "that's what happened." He was in a good mood, and then a poor one, and now he's just tired. "Makes this place look like a goddamn picnic."
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Beth might have spilled the beans, but thank Christ, she didn't spill all of them. This Miles kid isn't a complete idiot. If he knew all the details, he'd be running for the hills, or jumping at the bit to inform on Beth and Daryl both. Depends on what kind of man he is, and Daryl hasn't made up his mind about that yet. It doesn't, honestly, matter.
What matters is, some folk in this camp might know, but they don't know all of it. Daryl lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He steps back, no longer hanging menacingly over Miles. Running a hand over his face-- a pretty obvious tell, one he should really manage better-- he tries to think of what to say.
What is there to say?
"Yeah," he says, "that's what happened." He was in a good mood, and then a poor one, and now he's just tired. "Makes this place look like a goddamn picnic."