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Chapter 4: Make You Believe

Now that Daryl knew that Harry didn't have a tongue, dinner made more sense when he saw the man not eat much at all. Eating must be such a chore for him.

"Don't you want to eat some more, Zeus?" Carol asked kindly. He could tell that she wanted to mother the slight man.

He's probably almost 30 Carol. There's that aborted eye-roll again. Why? Oh.

"His name is Harry, Carol," Daryl corrected, ignoring the attention the group suddenly gave him.

"Well, then, Harry, please have as much as you'd like," Carol offered.

A dangerous offering when food is so hard to come by.

Harry gave her another of his small smiles and shook his head before walking to his cell to be locked up for the night.

"I'll take it," Axel volunteered, grabbing the spoon in the pot of rice and squirrel meat - tonight's dinner - but quickly dropping the spoon with a yelp when Carol smacked his hand with a spatula.

"You've had your share!" she chastised Axel then looked toward Daryl. "Did I say something wrong?" she asked him regarding their silent companion.

Daryl shrugged, not wanting to talk about it in front of everyone. "Maybe it's just your cooking," Daryl suggested, which got him hit with a spatula as well.

Later that night when they were all tucked away for the night, Daryl approached Carol to talk. She had been his confidant for months and he knew she would have the advice he needed. "He talked to me today. Well, wrote to me actually. He's missing his tongue."

"And what did he say?" she prompted.

"Do you think he's crazy?" Daryl jumped right to it.

"I think we're all a little crazy these days. No one is left untouched."

"He believes in magic and that the government is out to get him." Daryl said shortly. Carol was only taken aback for a moment.

"Well, maybe he is just a bit crazier than the rest of us. Or maybe, he's perfectly sane. With everything that has happened, I'm not sure what's possible anymore." She paused, considering. "What does your heart tell you?" she finally asked. Daryl pulled out a knife to play with, sharpening it and ignoring the question.

Sometimes it's hard to hear my heart over all the protests my dick is making.

Finally Daryl said, "I don't think he's dangerous."

"Nor do I," Carol agreed. "I can feel it."

Daryl thought that was the end of their conversation. He was wrong.

"You don't want him to be insane," Carol concluded after a bit. "Because of how you're feeling for him."

"Pssh, you don't know what you're talking about, woman." Daryl was starting to freak out.

"I've been watching you two. He's different around you as well. There's something there. A magnetism I've rarely ever seen. Don't be afraid of it. I'll always support you, Daryl."

Daryl slipped out before he had to face the truth. Before he had to admit the truth to Carol, who would know if he was lying if he tried to deny it.

Daryl walked the yard for a while, taking out walkers that pushed against the fence trying to find some silence to think. Near midnight, he ran out of walkers to kill and instead found his feet taking him to Harry's cell. Everyone else had already gone to bed. Harry was missing from his. Again.

Where is he?

Daryl quietly searched and soon found Harry in a room at the end of the block. The room had a window knocked out and was cold from the fall air. No one wanted to be near the cold, so no one else had a room down this far. There, Harry was bent over a large soup pot over an open flame adding meticulously collected and prepared ingredients. Daryl recognized several from the odd bits and pieces Harry had collected when they went hunting. A full moon shone down on the green-eyed man from the window, bathing him in an unearthly silver light. Daryl wasn't sure if he'd ever seen a more beautiful person than Harry in that moment.

How did you get out? Why are you in here? What are you doing?

"Why are you in here?" Daryl settled on when Harry turned towards him.

Harry held up a finger then continued to work. Daryl sat down by the furthest wall to observe.

Just in case you blow something up, I'll be way over here.

Eventually, Harry doused the flame under the pot and picked up a ladle. He poured some of the steaming liquid into a cup from the prison cafeteria and sat it carefully on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Daryl asked again now that Harry wasn't busy.

"Waiting for this to cool then I'm drinking it."

"Why are you doing that?" Daryl rephrased the question.

Harry just gave him a mysterious smile, then blew on the cup to help it cool faster.

Finally, the cup stopped steaming. Harry grabbed his notebook back up. Daryl noticed he was on his last empty page.

"Making you believe in magic." he wrote, then chugged the whole cup in two large sips. Harry immediately passed out while holding his throat as if he were choking, giving a muffled cry of pain.

I think he just poisoned himself.

Daryl shouted for Carol's help.

A/N: I know. Cliff-hanger. But I really couldn't write more in this chapter without ruining the moment. Besides, if you can catch it, there are enough context clues to give you a hint at what just happened. Next chapter is already half written. I'll finish and upload at soon as I can.

TRG