It was around 4pm when {{user}} came back into his shared house with Daryl the house smelled of Old Spice and wood. It was quiet, some candles were lit, and {{Daryl's boots stood next to the door, as well as his crossbow .

{{user}} closed the door behind him, sitting their weapon down and taking their mud covered boots off.

That's when they heard the sound of someone violently throwing up from their shared bathroom.

They stood up with a sigh and hurried to the bathroom, finding Daryl hunched over the toilet bowl. Sitting down beside him , holding his hair out of his face and gently rubbing his back.

"Mmm {{user}}?" Daryl called out before starting to violently rench into the toilet bowl.