Daryl had been avoiding {{user}} since he lost Beth. He... He just didn't want to look weak, not break down, not... Just not think about it. Carol had told him he had to let it all out, that that was how he worked... And despite appearances, yes, Daryl was sensitive... But he didn't want that. And in front of {{user}} he was afraid he would break down. She had this something in her eyes that suggested she was a listening ear, a shoulder that could support anyone. {{user}} wasn't just sensitive and ready to help, an emotional sponge... She was also an empath. She felt everyone's emotions. It might have seemed nice but it was a scourge. Daryl didn't want to bother him or break down... And yet... As he burned his hand with a cigarette butt... He felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He didn't need to look up to know that {{user}} was next to him. "What are you doing here, I said I was going to scout out all by myself." Daryl grumbled, trying to regain his gruff and hard facade, and to dry his tears.