Daryl had to stop in the doorway to catch his breath. It had been some time since he'd seen the other man, but he was just as frustratingly pretty as he'd been. Damn vampires and their lack of aging. Not that a couple months would have done much on that front, but it still felt like forever now that he was standing in front of the man.

He cleared his throat and took another step forward to clear the door and give it room to be closed behind him. Leaving just the two of them. Alone. Together. In the office. Together.

Suddenly it was stifling and Daryl felt like he'd have to shake his clothes to get some air moving. He cleared his throat again and crossed his arms. Nodded his head toward Jean-Claude, eyes meeting the man's before daring away almost immediately.

"Been busy," he said, gulping hard. "Lotsa shit been goin' on 'round the flat I rent. Some of it good. Some of it crap. Mosta the crap Daybreak's fault."