It's too much all at once, and Daryl doesn't rightly know what to say to any of it. He's not a person of words and he never will be. That he's somehow managed to unlock some place of meaning in Rani's heart is a goddamn astonishment to him. He helps her along, back to the shitty beat up car, and thinks it over.

"Want you to do it 'cause you'd be good at it," he says, honestly as he can. For some reason, it doesn't feel like the usual truth; it feels like being laid bare. "It's a thing for people. Dunno what to do with ideas."

He's not, he's saying, a particularly smart relief to anyone.

"Being honest, dunno what to do with you either half the time."