For a little while, Daryl leaves his hand on Paul's shoulder, just offering a point of contact and-- something. Support or... whatever. It was a fine run and it's gone strange and unsettling, not near bad enough to be a disaster but still leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He gets it, when the younger man goes quiet. And it's fine that he does it, because Daryl gets that, too.

Still, though. It's a silent you're not alone, neither am I when Daryl gives his shoulder one last squeeze and settles back, gun remaining trained at Shauna's back the entire time.

"Holy up," Daryl says when they're in sight of Alexandria's gates, breaking long minutes of silence. There are more cars than usual hovering outside.