Daryl got up and looked at the plate. It looked like an egg and an apple. It wasn't much but it was something. He wished orange juice were still a thing without having to do it yourself. He sat down and started to eat it. It felt good in his empty belly. He washed it down with some water. He put the plate by the sink and picked up his clothes. He walked over to the door and knocked on it, waiting for it to open but he decided to open it himself. He looked at the man standing in there, fresh and clean, hair damp and hanging. He thought of what he had said to him. Daryl gave him a quick, hard kiss and pushed past him into the bathroom.<br/>"Get out so I can clean up. And don't tell anyone what just happened."