The frenzied violence and uncontrollable bloodthirst that's frequently attributed to vampires has always been at odds with Daryl's view of his friend, who seems to indulge in so few, in any, of the behaviours considered typical of his kind. Jeremy's reluctance for violence where hunters are concerned in particular gives Daryl pause, and makes him wonder if he'd been a little too... coarse, with his proposed solution.
Probably giving the wrong impression, too. A murderous rampage across the countryside is about the last thing he'd want on a trip meant to help them decompress for a while. Even under normal circumstances bloodshed isn't his go-to remedy for his problems — but nor does he shy away from it, when he feels it is necessary, which admittedly probably happens more often than his friend might be comfortable with.
Like Jeremy said, hopefully it just wouldn't come to that.
"You had me at woods," he replies, trying to offer some reassurance of his own. He likes the idea and besides, a vampire and werecat escaping together is anything but a cliché, regardless of their destination. "Cabin, lake, it all sounds good to me." Especially the being away from people part. "Perfect for night fishing."
A midnight dip also doesn't sound bad at all, and it takes even longer for it to occur to Daryl that there could conceivably be ulterior meanings there. Could be, but surely it hadn't been intended that way. Does Jeremy even realise...? It's hard to say, with him lacking many of the 'tells' that Daryl could normally read, such as the subtle changes to someone's scent caused by perspiration. But he does note the way Jeremy seems to grow more self-conscious following his suggestion, and thinks better of teasing him for it. Well, maybe just a little. It's hard to resist when he sets himself up for it like that.
"Reckon I've done a few things that involved stripping by moonlight and ending up wet," he says with barely concealed laughter in his voice, "but not that. Not with another person, anyway. As long as there's a fire to dry off by..."
He's almost been drifting into autopilot with the video game, as distracted as he still is with his thoughts. The two consecutive Game Overs are enough to catch his attention though. It's been nice having something occupying his hands, not to mention how it provides an excuse to keep his eyes on the screen, which seems of particular importance at the moment. So he patiently starts over again.
"What else do you do to relax?" The traces of laughter have since faded from his voice, leaving it pitched a little lower, quieter, unconsciously matching Jeremy's tone.
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Probably giving the wrong impression, too. A murderous rampage across the countryside is about the last thing he'd want on a trip meant to help them decompress for a while. Even under normal circumstances bloodshed isn't his go-to remedy for his problems — but nor does he shy away from it, when he feels it is necessary, which admittedly probably happens more often than his friend might be comfortable with.
Like Jeremy said, hopefully it just wouldn't come to that.
"You had me at woods," he replies, trying to offer some reassurance of his own. He likes the idea and besides, a vampire and werecat escaping together is anything but a cliché, regardless of their destination. "Cabin, lake, it all sounds good to me." Especially the being away from people part. "Perfect for night fishing."
A midnight dip also doesn't sound bad at all, and it takes even longer for it to occur to Daryl that there could conceivably be ulterior meanings there. Could be, but surely it hadn't been intended that way. Does Jeremy even realise...? It's hard to say, with him lacking many of the 'tells' that Daryl could normally read, such as the subtle changes to someone's scent caused by perspiration. But he does note the way Jeremy seems to grow more self-conscious following his suggestion, and thinks better of teasing him for it. Well, maybe just a little. It's hard to resist when he sets himself up for it like that.
"Reckon I've done a few things that involved stripping by moonlight and ending up wet," he says with barely concealed laughter in his voice, "but not that. Not with another person, anyway. As long as there's a fire to dry off by..."
He's almost been drifting into autopilot with the video game, as distracted as he still is with his thoughts. The two consecutive Game Overs are enough to catch his attention though. It's been nice having something occupying his hands, not to mention how it provides an excuse to keep his eyes on the screen, which seems of particular importance at the moment. So he patiently starts over again.
"What else do you do to relax?" The traces of laughter have since faded from his voice, leaving it pitched a little lower, quieter, unconsciously matching Jeremy's tone.