God damn, this kid is a pain in the ass. Daryl would admire his tenacity, if talking to him didn't feel like a hangover he's sure he doesn't deserve. He scrubs at his face again, trying to shake off the feeling that he's missing something. He's pretty sure he never said anything about a trade, but sure, if Miles wants to think that's on the table, let him. What's the kid gonna do, beat him up?

"Didn't ask what you intended," Daryl says. "What was in it for you?"