"Did I leave you alone for too long?" Natasha arrives just in time to catch him muttering. She might have teased him a little too far if he's already getting himself wound in knots.

She doesn't seem too worried about it—dressed for their ride in a motorcycle jacket and heavy boots, and she seems comfortable in them. Really, she's been looking forward to that as much as seeing Daryl again. She hasn't had a chance to ride since before her moved, and she hadn't lied when she said that she enjoyed it.

"Lucky you; you won't have to wait anymore."