(Before Hershel and Carl's scene in the woods)
Daryl is behind the glass in the A block, leaning forward, resting his hands on the window's sill. LC appears on the other side, panting, sweating, and pale. "When Caleb said you wanted to see me, I thought he'd developed a bad sense of humor." Daryl says nothing and LC makes her way to the chair in front of the window. "Death row," she says after she sits. "Bet you don't think it's too bad of a place for me."
Daryl only looks at her for a while longer. LC breaks his gaze but eventually looks back. Finally he says, "Goin' on a run. Antibiotics. From that vet school."
"I heard."
"Sydney's goin' with me."
LC stiffens. She looks at Daryl with horror. "What?"
Daryl says nothing.
"I know she went on runs –" LC stops to cough. It racks her body and Daryl looks away until she speaks again. "I know she went on runs before. When she had to. She doesn't have to now –"
He stands up straight. "I didn't come here to get your permission."
"She's twelve!"
"I don't need your damn permission!"
They stare at each other. LC looks exhausted and on the verge of tears, her expression pleading. Daryl turns away. "Just thought you'd wanna know."
Before he's out the door, LC half-stands, her arm against the glass. "Did you tell her I'm in here?"
Daryl stops but doesn't turn. "No. And I ain't gonna. Not unless I have to."
LC nods a little. "Good."
Daryl stays for several seconds. LC looks like she wants to say something else, her eyes keep going from the floor to Daryl's back and her mouth keeps starting words, but nothing comes out. Eventually, Daryl leaves. LC leans her head against the glass.
