Aaron huffs a little sigh. No, his mother wouldn't want him to, and neither would more recent, pressing claimants to his actions. He passes the bottle back to Daryl.

"Then I probably shouldn't," he says. "Eric would say it'd just be wasted on me anyway. But- thank you. I mean it." He knows Daryl isn't the type to talk about... whatever he's doing, just now. Aaron's not sure he knows the word for it. But he's sure it's worth mentioning, if only to thank the poor man.