<span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great">Jesus entered his bedroom the following morning. His hair was damp from his shower, and down around his shoulders instead of pulled up like it normally was. He wore a pair of black jeans that hung off his hips, a maroon shirt, some socks and his boots. As he walked inside, he pulled the door shut quietly <br/>
and crossed over to where his leather jacket hung on the back of his chair at the table. He set down some clean clothes and a plate of food for Daryl on the table. <br/>
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Then, he slipped his jacket on, and then checked for his gloves in the pockets. "I know you're not sleeping. I got you some clean clothes and food. The shower's free after you eat." He sighed softly and turned to look at his friend. "Look, I know that you're angry and you don't wanna be here. But you're <br/>
stuck here until we defeat Negan. So you might as well make the best of it. Help me to help them to help all of us. Show these people what a good guy <br/>
you are."<br/>
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"Stop pushing everyone away. You'll be a lot happier when you do." He paused for a moment and turned to face Daryl. "I like you, Daryl. As a friend, as an ally, and as more. I'm putting my cards out on the table here, and being honest. Let me know if you wanna do the same." After Jesus spoke, he crossed the room to the bathroom, stepped inside and closed the door. Once inside, he walked over to the sink and turned it on, before he leaned over and splashed some water on his face.</span>