"I'll keep your secret," he says, walking back through Hilltop with Daryl. He can't argue with his logic, even though he'd like nothing better than to see Daryl safe and home. He'd be home in Alexandria, but he wouldn't be safe.
"I... might tell Eric, though. He's been worried sick about you."
That hits him harder than he'd have expected, too. He glances away, just for a moment. There are things he wants to ask-- people he needs to ask after-- but he can't, now.
"If you're sure you can trust him," he jokes instead.
Aaron catches the joke with a weak little grin. "He can keep a secret from everyone but me," Aaron says, his eyes crinkling just slightly around the edges. "So I might as well return the favor."
All he can do is huff a laugh and nod. Anything else would be too much, too telling. It's enough to think-- maybe-- that in the end he's got a home to go back to. Hasn't felt that way in a long while. Not since the prison, maybe; and maybe after that it's been on him, refusing to settle in.
But he's been trying. He did always mean that, and maybe-- Fuck maybes. They'll get out of this, get rid of Negan somehow, and they'll rebuild.
"I'll be around." It's dangerous to promise anything, now, even anything so simple. That's why he's doing it.
He should probably go, Aaron realizes. Daryl has never been the most communicative type, and Aaron can't imagine that's changed after what he's been through. Daryl should have his privacy if he wants it.
There's only one thing left to say. He doesn't imagine Daryl will appreciate it, not really, but Aaron does it all the same. It's the act that matters, not the outcome.
He reaches out, and lightly, lightly puts his hand on Daryl's shoulder. "So will I."
Truth is, he does appreciate it. Sort of. It's the kind of thing he can't help but react to by griping or squirming under the attention, at worst, and just not quite acknowledging it at best. Still-- and this is the worst of it, the part he definitely can't explain, doesn't want anyone to guess at-- it makes all the difference in the world every goddamn time someone treats him like a human. Like himself.
He nods, because that's all he's reliably sure he can manage in response, and ducks away from the touch to stalk off, back to doing... well, whatever he can, to keep busy.
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"I... might tell Eric, though. He's been worried sick about you."
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"If you're sure you can trust him," he jokes instead.
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But he's been trying. He did always mean that, and maybe-- Fuck maybes. They'll get out of this, get rid of Negan somehow, and they'll rebuild.
"I'll be around." It's dangerous to promise anything, now, even anything so simple. That's why he's doing it.
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There's only one thing left to say. He doesn't imagine Daryl will appreciate it, not really, but Aaron does it all the same. It's the act that matters, not the outcome.
He reaches out, and lightly, lightly puts his hand on Daryl's shoulder. "So will I."
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He nods, because that's all he's reliably sure he can manage in response, and ducks away from the touch to stalk off, back to doing... well, whatever he can, to keep busy.