Daryl snorted and muttered, "Thank me after I get you out." But there was a ghost of a smile on his lips all the same. Kid reminded him of more than a few friends lost along the way with the way he was acting, the easy thanks. His jaw clenched and he pushed those thoughts out of his head. Didn't need them distracting him.

He moved his hand to the buckled and gave it a press. It wasn't jammed, but it was stuck enough that he had to press harder than he should have before it finally released. He put his hand back on the kid, this time to the center of his chest. His touch was light, more to hold him steady as he got to his feet in case he rushed it.

"There's a backpack under your seat. Whatever's in it is yours. Ain't got much, but it'll help keep you alive."