"You cleaned up, you're a cop again, they're gonna like you," Daryl points out, still sitting on the porch, just looking up on him. "Everybody likes Glenn. Everybody likes all the girls, the kids. Abraham 'n Eugene... they're charming, in their own way. We got a priest. Ain't gonna watch too many people."

Just Daryl. The weirdo who looks just as hostile and dirty even after he scrubs himself off. (Which he has done, already, but he knows he still doesn't look right and won't ever.)

Hmph.

"I'll go take a shower." Daryl pushes himself to his feet. "Don't worry about food, I ate. I'll stay where you reckon I should."