"Course you can," Daryl countered. He let the rope drop from his hands and rubbed them on his jeans as he turned around. "Hell, you already are."
He didn't consider himself good at comforting the women in his life, but he tried all the same. Every time they needed it and his head wasn't in a bad place. He wandered back to where she was sitting and hopped up on the stack of boxes next to her, legs swinging a little.
"Takes courage to stand up to someone you care about and respect," he said softly, leaning his shoulder into hers for a brief moment. He didn't look at her, stared at his hands, which rested between his knees. "Takes strength to leave them and make your way on your own when they become bad for you. Don't let anyone tell you different. Not even yourself."
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He didn't consider himself good at comforting the women in his life, but he tried all the same. Every time they needed it and his head wasn't in a bad place. He wandered back to where she was sitting and hopped up on the stack of boxes next to her, legs swinging a little.
"Takes courage to stand up to someone you care about and respect," he said softly, leaning his shoulder into hers for a brief moment. He didn't look at her, stared at his hands, which rested between his knees. "Takes strength to leave them and make your way on your own when they become bad for you. Don't let anyone tell you different. Not even yourself."