[Unless you wanna be responsible for even more rage (and then a heart attack on top of that) those apologies had best be kept to yourself, bro. Daryl wouldn't know what the fuck to do with it now.
As it is he's actually startled when Merle takes that step and lifts his hand, not to slap him upside the head for his mouth, but to drop it on his shoulder. The flinch is more noticeable than he wants it to be, and the ache of how bad he's always craved any kind of affection like this is more than he cares to acknowledge.]
So what? [And he shrugs that hand off. Fuck it.] Since when do you care about bein' a pain in my ass?
[Past tense: Not something he can bring himself to use right now.]
all of the awards for making me ugly cry :|
As it is he's actually startled when Merle takes that step and lifts his hand, not to slap him upside the head for his mouth, but to drop it on his shoulder. The flinch is more noticeable than he wants it to be, and the ache of how bad he's always craved any kind of affection like this is more than he cares to acknowledge.]
So what? [And he shrugs that hand off. Fuck it.] Since when do you care about bein' a pain in my ass?
[Past tense: Not something he can bring himself to use right now.]