[Being difficult? That's what little brothers are for, didn't you get the memo? They exist solely to be a pain in the ass, follow you around, look for your approval... All the fun shit.
Daryl's hands drop to his sides as Merle pulls away, and instantly he regrets not holding onto him, just for a second longer. But the moment's gone and before he knows it, all he has to show for this is his brother's back and an ache in his chest.
He shoves himself up then- because what else is he supposed to do?- and stares at his brother's figure, wondering how in the hell it'd come to this. No one was supposed to be able to kill Merle but Merle, god dammit... Not his brother.
At a loss for words, he crosses his arms over his chest, though he doesn't turn away just yet. He doesn't know what to do with himself, really, and maybe that's why he feels some of that anger and frustration sinking back in. In any case, he scowls as he finds his voice again.]
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Daryl's hands drop to his sides as Merle pulls away, and instantly he regrets not holding onto him, just for a second longer. But the moment's gone and before he knows it, all he has to show for this is his brother's back and an ache in his chest.
He shoves himself up then- because what else is he supposed to do?- and stares at his brother's figure, wondering how in the hell it'd come to this. No one was supposed to be able to kill Merle but Merle, god dammit... Not his brother.
At a loss for words, he crosses his arms over his chest, though he doesn't turn away just yet. He doesn't know what to do with himself, really, and maybe that's why he feels some of that anger and frustration sinking back in. In any case, he scowls as he finds his voice again.]
Fine.
[Great comeback there, Daryl. Really stellar.]