The hand does make him feel a little calmer, which isn't something he could have said a while back. The silent understanding is... It's something he never knew he needed. He shifts as he drives, hand coming up to brush his thumb across Daryl's knuckles before he puts his hand back on the steering wheel. That's all he needs to do. I know you're here and I'm staying is enough.

He slows almost to a stop as they approach the gates, leaning forward and squinting to see what's going on. There aren't any foreboding trucks thankfully, just the cars, but as it is he doesn't recognize all of them. His gaze sweeps across the nearby space looking for Rick or Michonne or Carl or anyone else, but there aren't really any people visible at the moment, just the cars, which is almost more unsettling.

Instead of heading in proper he pulls off, situating the car between a couple of the first-defense spiked monstrosities. They've just been cleared recently, at least. Once there he pops the gear into park and turns off the engine, knee jiggling slightly as he looks back at Daryl. "You good to hunker down here?"

You good to get the fuck out of here if it's Saviors?