Aaron doesn't look up when he hears the sound of someone padding up. He does the same math as Daryl: they're too deep in Hilltop territory for it to be an intruder. Most likely it's Gregory, and of all the things Aaron's stopped caring about lately, Gregory isn't on that list. Aaron never cared about Gregory. It puts him in a special place of complete antipathy.

But it's not Gregory, because Gregory would have said something by now. Aaron stops fiddling with the wine bottle and finally looks up.

Oh, it's Daryl. Aaron's smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I thought you'd be asleep by now." He's not sure why, though. He can't picture Daryl keeping regular hours.