Daryl groans, just slightly, at her and himself and this goddamn stupid position he's put himself in, but he drinks all the same. No water this time. He's a mean drunk, but he doesn't intend to get drunk. Sometimes, if he just takes a little, it makes him feel like less of a dick. That'd be nice, right about now.

A deep breath. Just say it, goddammit. "You make me happy."

His eyes search the floorboards for something that isn't there and can't be found. He is simultaneously sure, absolutely, that she will and won't laugh.