The steady scraping of knife against stone doesn't stop when Reid approaches, or even when he starts explaining himself. Daryl stays where he is, elbows on his knees, slowly sharpening his blade. He looks at the younger man, expression unreadable — Spencer really does talk so much — before he finally relents and sits up so that he can put the knife away, and accept the papers.
Potentially agonizing silence goes on for a bit, unless Reid decides to fill it.
Daryl sets the papers down on the porch railing, whetstone atop them as a weight. He takes a drag of his cigarette, turns his head so he exhales away from Reid and the baby, reaches aside to tap ash off the end of it. He's not being especially considerate of the nicely painted porch, but it's not out of disrespect; he just doesn't think of it.
At last:
"Can you explain it to me?"
He does actually more or less understand the paperwork, having been through a serious medical incident in the past. (Unmentioned in his interview, but if Reid happens to be familiar with motorcycle gang insignia, he's free to have noticed that while Daryl doesn't actually have colors anywhere on his kutte, but he does have large angel wing patches on the back, which usually symbolize survival of a bad crash in MC subculture.) But he's curious, and this guy doesn't seem like he's got any reservations about going on about things at length. There's another chair on the porch if he'd like.
Meanwhile, Daryl finishes off his cigarette, and then picks the baby up. He mutters that her name's Judith, and then quietly informs her that they're talking to Jodi Foster.
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Potentially agonizing silence goes on for a bit, unless Reid decides to fill it.
Daryl sets the papers down on the porch railing, whetstone atop them as a weight. He takes a drag of his cigarette, turns his head so he exhales away from Reid and the baby, reaches aside to tap ash off the end of it. He's not being especially considerate of the nicely painted porch, but it's not out of disrespect; he just doesn't think of it.
At last:
"Can you explain it to me?"
He does actually more or less understand the paperwork, having been through a serious medical incident in the past. (Unmentioned in his interview, but if Reid happens to be familiar with motorcycle gang insignia, he's free to have noticed that while Daryl doesn't actually have colors anywhere on his kutte, but he does have large angel wing patches on the back, which usually symbolize survival of a bad crash in MC subculture.) But he's curious, and this guy doesn't seem like he's got any reservations about going on about things at length. There's another chair on the porch if he'd like.
Meanwhile, Daryl finishes off his cigarette, and then picks the baby up. He mutters that her name's Judith, and then quietly informs her that they're talking to Jodi Foster.