"Only way to overcome it is to try it," Daryl says, nudging you playfully.

He is pretty persistent on this one. It's a rare occasion, but is inconvenient when you refuse to hop on the back of his bike. Your fear of motorcycles is a bit ridiculous to him, he just doesn't understand. Gesturing to a helmet that sits atop the seat, he smiles.

"Nothin' bad is gon' happen," he assures you. "Not when I'm ridin'. You can hold onto me as tight as you need. Just trust me."

He's got that glow in his eyes, the one that makes you melt. He'd never, ever admit it, but it's cute how scared you get.