Daryl's brows creased further. He crossed his arms and leaned back on his heels. He knew there was something up with Sirius. Guy had always been fairly jumpy and cautious about being seen for as long as he'd known him. Which was mostly since about the time the Nest had changed hands. He'd thought it was more a wariness about all that shit than anything else. Now, though...

He didn't ask if Sirius wanted to talk about it, nor did he say he had time. He just stood there staring. Waiting. If Sirius spilled, he spilled. If he told him to fuck off, he told him to fuck off. Daryl could deal with both. But he was damn curious now and so far curiosity had yet to kill this cat.