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Daryl Dixon (littledixon) wrote in makebelievelog,

Daryl sighed, almost in a content fashion, as her hand ran over his hair. He could have stayed like this, he decided, as he just took in her closeness and scent. He could have stayed like this and been just fine with it. But as it were, she moved, and he moved with her, his arm sliding across her shoulders so that he could hold onto her better as she started to guide him back toward their room. He didn't even tense at the closeness, not for a second, being way too drunk for him to care at all. His eyes are almost closed as he walks with her, letting her guide him, though his feet are doing kind of funny things as he goes, making him stumble a little even with her help.

It took him several moments before he finally remembered her question, and he turned his head to look at her. "I was bein' a fuckin' prick... ya weren't doin' nothin' wrong... Nothin' to forgive." He swallowed and let his head fall forward again, chin to his chest, unable to keep the 10-ton weight that was his head up much longer. "Fuckin' hell... I can't 'member the last time I was this damn drunk..."