Daryl moved through the space to the darkened set of seats Glenn had been hidden in. He had to duck a bar and some sparking wires he'd been avoiding taking. But then he was there and it was Glenn. Whole, alive, a bit worse for wear, but Glenn all the same.

Daryl grabbed him by the arm and pulled him in for a psudo-hug where Glenn's shoulder ended up somewhere in the middle of his chest and Daryl's forehead ended up knocking into the side of Glenn's head. He released his friend quick, but let his hand settle and linger on that same shoulder for another moment while he spoke.

"Leave him," he ordered, voice raw, but relieved. "He's safe enough in here for now and it's gonna be hell getting past that strut. We can check on him later, see if he's come around."