Daryl lets the question of the dog float over him like a summer breeze. His eyes wander, one of his obvious tells. "He'll like the company," Daryl says, and it becomes obvious who he's talking about when he has to throw the bone again. "Won't you, boy, yeah, you will."

To Maggie, he says, "all he's gotta know, sounds like he already does." That Daryl will take care of him however he can, whenever he can.

Out of his dresser drawer, Daryl procures a key, handing it to Maggie.