Daryl's group has done a lot of clearing out. So at least 48 has some extra muscle experienced in this sort of thing, now. They'll be happy to help— something that they all understand, that makes sense, that doesn't require them to try and seem normal during welcoming parties that make everybody feel smothered in shadowed PTSD.
More barely-there fidgeting, worrying at one thumb nail with the same hand's other fingers. He's just deciding not to ask — the answer will be no, anyway — when Spencer goes and beats him to it. For a moment Daryl just looks at him.
"Uh."
Come on, Dixon.
"Sure." A nod, and he quickly looks down at the little wrapped up thing. He slides it closer, intent on scooping it up along with whatever else. "If soup ain't your thing, I can fix these up. See if you can stomach any."
Soup is fine with Daryl, though, and so he's content to get a container of it to go with whatever else is offered. He dimly makes a note about the younger man not liking chewing sounds, and wonders if it's got to do with the whole... reanimated corpses devouring flesh thing. His own table manners are not great (as in, non-existent), but he chews with his mouth closed. Not much of a mouth breather, despite all the smoking no doubt shredding his airways.
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More barely-there fidgeting, worrying at one thumb nail with the same hand's other fingers. He's just deciding not to ask — the answer will be no, anyway — when Spencer goes and beats him to it. For a moment Daryl just looks at him.
"Uh."
Come on, Dixon.
"Sure." A nod, and he quickly looks down at the little wrapped up thing. He slides it closer, intent on scooping it up along with whatever else. "If soup ain't your thing, I can fix these up. See if you can stomach any."
Soup is fine with Daryl, though, and so he's content to get a container of it to go with whatever else is offered. He dimly makes a note about the younger man not liking chewing sounds, and wonders if it's got to do with the whole... reanimated corpses devouring flesh thing. His own table manners are not great (as in, non-existent), but he chews with his mouth closed. Not much of a mouth breather, despite all the smoking no doubt shredding his airways.