Carol likes him this way, playful and sweet and open. It feels like something only for her, and even if she tries hard to say 'couldn't be' she thinks she'll just believe it anyway. Watch yourself Daryl, she's bound to get spoiled.

"You're just full of surprises today. Good ones." The afterthought is something she'd hope is obvious, but in case it isn't.

They should probably talk more about that. It would be the smart thing, the advice Carol would offer someone else in the same situation. She doesn't want to, and doesn't care about 'smart.' Right now she just wants to keep twiddling his hair between her fingers and feeling his breath on her face and not have to think for once about what this is or isn't, will or won't be. It doesn't matter. Her feelings haven't changed.

Come to think of it, their circumstance hasn't changed either, still out here in the foyer in an intimate embrace, just waiting for someone to burst the bubble. Moving would probably be the thing to do. In a minute, or two. Three at most. It wouldn't break her heart never to do this together again but that doesn't mean she's going to just walk away from a moment that, beyond all expectations, is peaceful.